Full Circle
Asked a simple question
But he cuts me off with his reply
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Deicides to leave him, none the wiser
Everyday, neverwhere
Far far away from the seismic crowd
Gracefully he glides about
His eyes are dazed, glazed and unfazed
I know. Those are his lies
"Just one last, just one miracle... please..."
Knowing his own outcome
Lies are distorted realities
Maybe he is happy
Laughing loud; but how much can you fake
Killing in the name of
Jocund, but his clandestine sadness
I know I can never lie
He knows too. And hates what he's become
Gratifying? Hardly
Forgive is easy. Forget is hard
Euphonous melody
Drowned in the tears of a revenant
Circling around the hole
Because he had always knew the path
A full circle. Follow.
enervate, exit highland.
Heaven's a lie
Oh no,
here it is again
I need to know
when I will fall in decay
Something wrong
with every plan of my life
I didn't really notice that you've been here
Dolefully desired
Destiny of a lie
Set me free
your heaven's lie
set me free with you love
set me free
Oh no,
here it is again
I need to know
why did I choose to betray you
Something wrong
with all the plans of my life
I didn't realize that you've been here
Dolefully desired
Destiny of a lie
Set me free
your heaven's lie
set me free with you love
set me free
Set me free your heaven's lie
set me free with you love
set me free
Lacuna Coil
enervate, exit highland.
What box do you get put in?
What box do you get put in?
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Ben, do you think I'm a wussy? I wonder why I'm am not dead yet though.
enervate, exit highland.
Halo
And it's always little things
That to the surface brings
The comfort in the pain
The fear behind the smile
We lose along the way
The things we leave behind
Along the precipice
Of things we should not climb
And I'm the first in line
There's an anchor around my heart
Dragging me down
Behind the waves in silence I fall
There's a halo above my head
Spinning me 'round
'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead
A dagger in my hand
Bleeding me dry
And it's always little things
That to the surface brings
The space you need to breathe
Before the curtain call
The light that leads the way
Before you hit the wall
The mountain that you climb
Just to take a fall
For blind among the blind
There's an anchor around my heart
Dragging me down
Beneath the waves in silence I fall
There's a halo above my head
Spinning me 'round
'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead
There's a dagger in my hand
Bleeding me dry
And all we have to lose is time
And what lose we leave behind
Stay around and we will shine
Oleander
enervate, exit highland.
Morning walk
He put on his hat and strolled to the front door with his walking stick in his right hand. Just as he put his hand on the lock of the door, he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey! Wait!"
He turned around slowly and unhurriedly. But you can forgive his slow reaction for all his eight decades of travels, trodding on the same soil as you had.
"Can I go with you?"
"Don't you have any work to do?"
"Nope. I'm free!"
"Sure, let's go."
He took his hand and they walked. When they got to the lobby he wondered where he would take him. The old man, with his genial smile, tipped his head to a stranger nearby and began leading him on his morning walk. They passed rows of neatly clipped hedges, sweet smelling ixora bushes, short palm trees, and stocks and stocks of purplish flowers that he did not know that name of. But they were all wonderful. They were so beautiful, he just wanted to pick some of them back home. But the old man kept going, taking him along, as if under unseen orders to follow a destined route. He had no chance to catch more than a glimpse of his surrondings.
They went about, following the concrete path that bended its way round the building. Suddenly he stopped. The younger one didn't notice and was tugged back. Puzzled, he looked at the old man. Instead he was met with an upward gaze straight into the sky. He followed the direction of his gaze and observed the overcast sky. There was absolutely nothing. Just a blank sky, as blank as the old man's at that moment.
It was about ten minutes or so before they continued on walking. And about ten minutes the old man indicated that he wished to go home to rest. He brought him back home. But he could not help but wonder, just what did he see? If only someone would give him the eyes of the beholder, prying into his mind to understand him. What was it, clouds? Stars? The sun? He couldn't even see any of these, and he was sure it was not these things too. So what did he see? And why couldn't he see it? What had captivated him so, standing there and staring at the overcast sky for so long? They were gnawing at the back of his mind, but there was nothing he could do about it. The old man did not say anything of that incident, nor would he after being asked.
With a bitter smile, he went back to his room. He just hoped that everything was alright.
enervate, exit highland.
Dream
I dream, I hope, I yearn, I want. All these cravings, my heart's desires, my obsessions. I writhe in the agony of not being able to get them, yet I writhe in the agony of knowing what would happen when I do get them.
enervate, exit highland.