I was conceived in
A flurry of paper and ink...
Young man in seas afar
Sailing where ghosts are...
Here i sit between a world of black and certain...
can you make my decision...
Soft wind whips knots into my long hair
I can hear a voice whisper over there...
Sometimes,
in the shadow world...
Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds...
The ice will burn before the pages turn,
Forgive yourself for the pain you've earned...
(Presence of a Qwaser)
I imagined your face would be like that...
"Can you imagine life
with out you?"I used to...
Like fire in the water,
or like the cuts in your mind...
Dreams always end before their time.
Surely some things are real, not only in mind...
I know what a broken heart feels like
messed up and damaged inside...