Flies to the Moon
Monday, June 1, 2009
12:50 PM
It seems that life has its own destiny. every little piece.. every little dust.. beginning to wonder why we here.. is it true that we could love?? or it's just another nonsense philosophy that held us through emptiness inside.. for over thousands of years we moaning under the moon.. trying to cast the prayer for Gods yet will they hear what we say?? every little sin every little cry every little whisper I tried so many times before figuring out what love is and now never find my way back.. I got lost in labyrinth of unconsciousness and now I beg to wake up that relief of life root of hatred I scream in my head me cry in my soul again and again for the same reason too many sacrifice we gave too many havoc that what it seems friend, pal, mate.. Leave within shadows of doubt for what is worth I wait and somewhat we'll together flies to the moon.. |
My name is Ellen and I'm 20 y.o. loves metal music and dream a lot. I don't give a damn what other people say. Someone who can manage everything herself. I would knock down everyone who gets in my way
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try to close other things behind, when struggle isn't enough to pay the debt. when shouting is the only way thy can hear, crying is pointless towards the sky. once again beneath the dark. over and over again for the same reason. tired against the world