Fallen from forgiveness and released into the past, how much longer will dreams of tomorrow seem to last? when will the pain from another scar live on inside? will this agony that builds deep within ever subside? Question after question have defiled my incessant hopes, answers hiding in the dying mist that slides down these slopes, when forever just ain't long enough and yesterday would do, who should I look to, who will tell me what is finally true, faces appear in the shadows of the billowing smoke tonight, but again I turn to you and ask you if any of them are right, the waters of the ocean of reproduced pain shines brightly in the sky, while ships of the dying skim across it's surface and sigh, the moon has grown red with the slaughter of innocent rain, your face is all that I know, and you don't know, which makes me insane, into the valley of darkness, my fantasy realm flows into reality over my dam, when everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am...Birth sign: Aries
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