Pains root finds pleasure in knowing that people suffer
Life struggles to show us that fate can never change
to what horizon do we cast away our fantasy?
What sunset do we gaze at till it dies...
Heaven can only be seen by the dead
Yet we are all desperate for that vision
Conflict showed me that peace is an internal feeling
People can't learn to love that which they don't apprecaite
Passion is wasted on liars but they too waste there sin on you
What life hangs it's self from a nouse of insanity
A feeble rope at that
Cuting it would only make me sane and well...
Who wants that
