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by [Aakaado ]

2006-05-27  |     | 



bells that ring a funeral
a neverending funeral of those that haven't already died
but have yet to die.

and it's me again, tangled in the depth of this forest
a forest of shadows, where it always rains with blood...
as soft as rain, souls fall
water never dries up on these shores
just like tears never flow from secret eyes
just like flowers never grow in here
in the darkness of this blinding desert of snow

is this reality or is it just another mask
it's ephemeral
i don't believe you
angels don't exist
they never have
and what's this word, 'darkness'?
why do we define things by their opposites?

and i hear the storm raging outside, right next to where my body is...
i am somewhere else
where my mind wants me to
where my soul denied its true religion
where i faked a death and faked the rebirth of a life

bells that ring a funeral
never stop for the living - everytime somebody is born, somebody else dies
for nothing
why don't we stop living - all at once
can't we try to see past the flowing curtains, for once?
or is the forest too thick for narrow minds?

the blizzard through which all those that want to tame the darkness pass
that only one blizzard
is only one - it's always the same, but different for each
and you can only tame the darkness if you can't see it
because you live in it
if you're blind

the fury of rain, breaking the wide windows of my heart
into the castle of my conscience
is the white flower safe?
did anybody put it away?
or was it the first to fall - the first victim
in war and peace, only the innocent suffer

white, the white of blinding fields
shattering the way i look into the pure mirror of a pond
i don't want to see anymore
the senses that mean nothing to me - can't anybody take them away?
i would sell myself cheap - if only somebody would like to help me
cheap, that's what all the flowers in this field are
all, but one, the flower of doom
the only red flower
the crimson that stained a vampire's lips
the only flower that can truly be called void
in lack of better knowldge

that's why we can all die, we can all perish
because we lack knowledge
ignorance will never have limits, whereas life has
and gods will never help
because they're humans that have reached perfection
they're all blind and deaf

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