sounding and resounding thoughts, ideas, ideals,
racing through my mind they mean nothing to me,
meaningfull, petty ideas, gruosome ideas, brilliant ideas,
i might have them all, i have them all i think them all
but none of them trully matters, were are u my sweet decay?
im so nunb it doesnt matter if im dead or alive, if im thinking or dreaming
nothing matters more then to dive in the sweet sothing darkness
of nightmarish creatures and dreams, my hands for the blood of thousands,
in my dreams does it really matter if its true? arent they my dreams?
thinking alone, despairing, for some enlightning darkness
to save me from blinding light, slumber of life, decay of dreams
they call me the anti-christ of happiness, but..im happy..
im dead im twisted, im mad, im insane, im everything!
i tasted both sides of life, and intencionally chose
darkness, sothing, beautyfull, calm, relaxing, seeing faces in the dark
thinking bout the ones long gone, i cant think no more...im slumbring..
im falling in despair, hoo such a sweet feeling to be demised again to nothingness,
cant u see?? dont wake up..keep dreaming and someday you might find
the darkness u been waiting for...
