Thursday, February 25, 2010


Memories collide with the reality I always hold in my mind
Filled with lace and drama, there really is no need to explain further
I hear this little voice from a distant place
Not my conscience since it's dead
Tied up with nails it's easy to deny
The problem in front of your eyes

My balance glides off and ends up somewhere unknown
A far away place I've never heard of
But there is a need to explore its veins
Unless it's bound to be destroyed by artificial forces

I try to capture a moment
But it passes by quickly
Almost as if I didn't live it at all
But someone else
I don't know who it is
I've changed since lies have been told and sold to the nearest merchant
Supposing it'd be best to continue living in denial

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