HeSad, lonely, depressed, He sits so near. Yet, my fear prevents me from crossing the gap between us. Invisible, yet accutely tangible.He
He\'s a god. I am a worm, and yet, Am I even worthy of him? Self-image is overrated.
His pain is mine, I feal it acutely, every tear. Why can\'t I comfort him? He\'s probably already chosen someone, He deserves someone who understands
They all reach out, And try to take the worry off from his bones.
Why is it that I\'m alone?
At least, when I try to reach out And smile,
The Hiroshima PrincipleDid the people of Hiroshima ever see your fine art? Did they praise you for your work well done? Millions influenced by the fall of a single device, A pin dropping on a glass floor.The Hiroshima Principle
You patted yourselves on the backs, Claiming some crap about the future of science. Does the future of science always need to cost The lives of so many?
5 seconds to midnight, will you ever see the result of your labours? I pray your stay in hell teaches you Of the truth. Of the horror. Of not needing night-lights, The phosphorescent skin fills that role anyway.
Verklarte NachtThe edges of the moonlight draw me in, Where am I? Am I within my own subconcious, Or am I truly at peace?Verklarte Nacht
No more do the tumbling images of self-doubt Create twisted pathways leading to the sublime, The inner desires my mind
Will not even admit to itself.
And yet, now, piece and piece has fallen away, Revelaing the true peace, What I\'ve been seaking all along without knowing it.
So now the world passes me by, Jealous of my ease and calm, Watching me stare at my world Of never-ending moonlight,
Of transfigured night. All the
Crystalline DelicacyImagine. Each unique, decadent gem cascading from the sky, Covering the unworthy earth with their beauty Covering the clamorous earth with their chill silence. But do we even notice anyway?Crystalline Delicacy
It fills the air like a mist, It clumps together like clay. Such splendourous versatility. If it had a conciousness, would it control us? Its sophistication baffles the mind, But we curse it for its inconvenience. Can such beauty, such art, ever truly be convenient? I think not.
The wind takes the little glass cities, And Flings them to the corners of the eart
On the prowl
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Sorry for poor English T___T
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say a prayer now. don't be scared now.
you don't want trouble, well, we might get some.
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