Giving up wanting to. - 16.07.2009 23:20
Laughing is the only thing I can.
Do you really think it's meant this way? Ha ha ha.
I am not beautiful, sure a fact. I love dwelling in nostalgic forbidden thoughts. Being covered in dirt is nothing new for me.
You think I asked for it? Hah.
Unasked the day came that introduced darkness to a still unwritten mind. Running away, impossible. I fell for its sweet words and there is still no way back.
I sold my soul.
And my believes.
Since I didn't pray since that special day. I became an artist, one of the loners, seeing beauty in absolute hate, forbidden love and unsaid words.
Being dirt means being treaten as dirt.
It hurts, but no way back, means never being without pain anymore.
I'd have to forget, to be released.
Brainwashed.
Killed.
And starting with white undiscovered mind again.
I can't.
Hah.
I can't.
And I gave up wanting to.
Suta
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