Time is such a bitter war raging on tomorrow, until the day that life ends. Always such an incandescent thought, until the light grows dim. Somewhere in the brutal course of grace that seems forgotten. there lies the hope in mankind’s eyes...... that not all of our souls are rotten.
Darkness is the shelter, that i run to from the rain. but not even the darkest pit, can shelter me from the pain. Oh endless thoughts i do ponder, the meaning of it all. why should i even fight, when all i'll do is fall. Still no matter time nor place, i know i'll make it through. for all i'll ever need to do is turn and look at you.