You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isnt really your home anymore. The ideal home is gone. Maybe its all family related, a group of people all missing the same imaginary place

If emptiness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness, then god is empty, just like me

"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."

T.S Eliot

Pain is Momentary, Pride is Forever

We walk around
Strangers as one
As subtle as lies
Told by machine guns

"The path to paradise begins in hell." - Dante

Whats the theory to forgetting
Whats the sense in senseless lies
Cant forget the past that made us
It remains behind the eyes

I have never been home

How come time fades the people we love. But etches those we hate so clearly

You can't bleed a rainbow