My eyes illuminate the edge
As they stare back at me.
The hazel blending into the silver instrument.
The instrument blending into my brown Earth.
The brown Earth blending into my crimson rubies
I felt no remorse
They condemned me and cursed me
But still, I felt nothing
They showed me the silent corpse
The withering creature she had come to be
And yes it was my doing
But still, I felt no remo...
I find that our souls are woven with the very nature of our memories
Hell is every nightmarish ordeal we have undergone,
Playing in our heads on a loop
Each memory worse than the last
Over and over ag...
The yellow brick road
Winding up the lake that froze
Round the bushes of dainty rose
To the town that no one knows
Which sits at the end of the yellow brick road
There the children play
It's funny how the relationships and friendships
That shape us, influence us, inspire us, create US
Are also the most fragile things in the world.
They are like flowers really
Beautiful, uplifting, ca...