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  • BreakDown-King

    23/07/09

    This is dedicated to a late friend of mine who died suddenly at the age of 21. He will live on forever. RIP Tim**

    Walk upon the road of dawn
    to seek the meaning of awake
    Walk upon the path of entegrity
    to feel alive once more

    Walk this road
    this endless dream
    for this is who we are
    Walk the path as he has done
    experience the meaning of life to the day we fall

    This pressure the souls on desert planes
    illusions now subside
    Reality is here so vulgar with denial
    for the darkness is now alive

    But so the voice
    he who has left his voice shall remain
    his actions forever remembered
    his voice echoes over the decades
    as we live the dream throughout the nights
    We shall not be agraced...

    See him rise to see him fall
    but i never saw this day
    For he has never fallen
    but risen further than any horizon
    as light touches day
    His soul shines from one galaxy to the next
    the candle in the dark shines
    the unfading light upon the words

  • Fragility of Trust

    23/07/09

    The sound of your voice
    still eases my mind
    to know you are sound but unbearably tortured
    is safe as it is how it has always been...

    It is normal as my soul gets squeezed out
    how must I know how to handle this confusion
    that your mind fuses to mine?
    I open to you only to find that I am human
    in my mind this does not help to fix the guilt I feel.

    Deep within me I know the problem
    is but a frame of thinking,
    the hideous master-piece is one
    tainted by the voices
    muttering the excuses into our knowing minds.

    My world is built upon this fragile trust
    I loved - to be awakened,
    I trusted - to be torn apart.
    What significance did it have to you
    why did it matter so
    if my heart beat within this carcass harvesting life?

    We are all victims to life,
    I am a victim to you
    Have you simply forgotten?
    I wish I was in the past
    Born into your hands and blinded
    too naive to see that one day
    I would be of no importance.

    You are like a mother,

  • (Can't You See)

    23/07/09

    This is not a song, just a piece I wrote. I wrote this for a friend. He meant the world to me. Enjoy...

    This is horrible... How things that play on one's mind make you chose for your own perception of right or wrong. And the worst part of it is, if your closest friend, your brother, is involved in this choice...

    This is not just any person I am talking about, it is my brother. Not by blood but by the bond I will have with him forever. He is still my shadow, in my dreams and my best friend. He might not even realize I am still alive...

    So much we went through, the smiles the tears. The nights where we thought we could never make it out alive, but laughed in the morning of the memories that were once horribly pale of nature. Family issues, friends that didn't care... But for each other, we were always there...