Listening to my memories collapse on the floor.
it's music to my withering soul.
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Never had a feeling without doubt,
but my heart is cold, All ideas ran out.
I've got a lot of actions still inside,
Gotta fool all the hatred,
....and swallow all my pride.
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There has never been a place more like home.
I used to call it mine, and believe I'd never roam.
but...lately I've been worrying....
If I was lost during those times.
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Out of this world, I've been running all my thoughts.
Simple like pain, but it's always been hard to gain
I've been trying to get out of what I think I love the most.
this I call, from me to you, am I the parasite, or host?
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Listen to the walls, are they calling out my name?
Do I have the strength? should I even care?
if I had more time? would I do it all the same?
Who out there is with me, are we tired of the game?
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it's never enough to be "just fine"
I've had trouble just to share.
truth of how we came to be, is written in the air.
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but for now,
I'll go to sleep,
I'll take a bow,
I' won't say a peep.
I'll close my eyes,
Say all my prayers,
save my why's.
and let the dreams begin.
The first line made me think of NIN, the rest I could tell was very personal.
I'll have to read it again I suppose.
Thanks, I'll have a mental favourite from you.
I mean, ahem, thank you sir. and a one right back to you.