SETS OF ENDLESS EMOTIONS THAT RUN IN MY HEART/HEAD |
THE NIGHT IS YOUNG. AND SO ARE YOU. WHY WOULD I CHOSE TO FIGHT YOU DURING THE SUNSET HEAT WHEN I CAN DEVOUR YOU IN THE TWILIGHT MIST. ____________________________________________________________________________________ I LOOK AT YOU SO HIGH ABOVE ME I TRY TO REACH YOU WITH THAT BRIGHT AURA, OVERPOWERING THE NIGHT, OVERCASTING MY SIGHT. I CRY TO YOU, LIKE A WOLF CRYING OUT INTO THE NIGHT. A TEAR SHEDS DOWN MY FACE AS I WATCH YOU, WONDERING WHAT I CAN DO TO TOUCH YOU. ______________________________________________________________________________________ MY THOUGHTS ARE WORTHLESS NO POINT. I THINK OF YOU, BUT NOTHING MORE WILL COME OF THIS. I WISH AND I HOPE INTO A ENDLESS DREAM THERE IS NO ONE TO LISTEN NOT EVEN THE GODS HEAR ME. YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T. I ONLY ASK WHY YOU! WHEN CLEARLY NOTHING WILL COME OF THIS. I'VE SAID THIS ONCE. I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. MAYBE I'LL CONTINUE TO SAY IT, WRITE IT, DREAM IT, CRY IT... __________________________________________________________________________________________ NOTHING, POINTLESS, POSSIBLY...WORTHLESS... NOTHING IS YOU AND I YOU ARE POSSIBLY WORTHLESS OR MAYBE I'M POSSIBLY HOPELESS THIS IS ABSOLUTELY POINTLESS YOU DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE WHY SHOULD ANYONE CARE. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ MY THOUGHTS ARE ENDLESS MY HOPES ARE RELENTLESS MY DREAMS ARE CARELESS MY DESIRES ARE FEARLESS YET... DEJECTED FROM YOUR ENDLESS DISTRESS DISENCHANTED FROM YOUR NON RELENTLESSNESS BOTHERED BY YOUR CARELESSNESS UPSET THAT YOUR FEARLESS DISPLAY CRUMBLES BENEATH YOUR FEET... AS YOU CHOOSE YOUR MIND OVER YOUR HEART. WHAT A WASTE. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ I CANT WAIT TO LOOK AT YOU AND FEEL NOTHING YOU SAID NOTHING WOULD BECOME OF US OKAY... I'LL MAKE SURE TO FULFILL THAT DECLARATION. HERE, TAKE YOUR HAND AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT I BELIEVED MEANT SOMETHING. I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND OF MY WORLD AND BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN A PASSED MEMORY, A THOUGHT OF ANNOYANCE. BUT MOST OF ALL, I CANT WAIT UNTIL YOU BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN ANOTHER PERSON I ONCE SPOKE TOO. |