We are not living better. We only die slower. Death is on our side while we count the empty hours. We waste away. We always will be foreign to ourselves; shivering before the abyss all alone. Sometimes the rain from above the silent sky reaches out and falls within, and the echoes of the past are crossing the stormy way of doom and whisper of honor and pride. Outside the past, created poverty and introduced sins unleashed hell and broken harmony, social disease and mental silence. A creation of minds insane. Sinful virtual life. No virtues to be found in the absence of truth, honor and glory. Paranoia is the game and their prayers are insane. Bleed forever divine creation! Between me and my dying dreams I wither away. My existence slowly fades. I die to hide. Feels like suicide – an absurd feeling that required my death. When will I decide for the last time?
Like infinitesimal grains of sand we go on Continue our trip into space who knows since when and until when In the immediate probability of our contact with the unexpected
Helloooo my friends, how is everything going for you? well, i hope.
I just stopped by to tell you how much i really love you. I am a beginner at something you have perfected. I hope one day to be half as awesome as you are. @_@
I've been in the scene for a while now and I still have yet to listen to anything that quite captures the longing of my soul like your sounds. You've provided a catalyst for the expansion of my mind, and soul. Thank you for existing, and thank you for everything that you've created to date. I hope that I have the change to meet you in person someday.
