Recognition of pain through the eyes of the broken
I find peace within dismay, Logic through hate
Kissing the lips of deception provides proof of my sanity
For within the hopeless depths of my life lives no real thought
Within the realm of my mind, Nothing is absolute
Except death's disfigurement of my perfect reality
I subdue myself to future thoughts with no real concept of life
My health withers, my heart falters, But my soul remains
What is the concept of reality?
For what is portrayed before my eyes remains consists only
Of life's misery and the equivalent sacrifice that we have endured
There poses no real defination within the concequences we oppose to call something perfect
I've endured love, But conceded Deception
Nothing within Time heals the heart, For scars heal; but the wound remains
As i come to terms with my consciousness and my severed heart greives you absence
I become more aware of the difficulites in living, And my strength to endure
I live on heartless, My immortal soul
