thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


November 29, 2007

alone



i, feel the time, slowly drifting in my veins.
memories, remains.
confined, i’m alive, somewhere by the autumn leaves,
falling in between.

‘cause no one's there to hold my head up high.
no one's there to peace my mind.

alone lies my soul,
i'm so cold, i'm afraid
to find hollow life
sleepless nights, empty days.

opaque, fading eyes, stumble in my face
through the crowd i forsake.
demised i’m aside, weaked by the lonely haze
of no point, no aim.

‘cause no one's there to hold my head up high.
no one's there to peace my mind.

alone, i'm afraid
to find hollow life,
sleepless nights, empty days.

alone…

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