She was the beginning, She was the end. She was the story, And its every bend.
"They" are us. We are robots that feel. We are slowly breaking out of our shells.
Fragile hands and little heads, Making cutting lines and lifting heavy weights. Eyes which should have been set on books and dreams Are set on hoping
A child of varying notes, Symphonies are your fuel. You are music, Music is what runs through you. Your life runs in perfect melodies, The highs
Home away from home-this is what they call it, A new place, new winds, new colours, new faces. As the strange winds feel stranger, the place
Silence is like a canvas, Waiting for sounds to fill its blank presence with varied colors. Some soothing, while some breaking the harmony of the entire
I tried to be a human once, it wasn't worth the pain. The pain I made others feel, humans and animals alike. All I am is
All she was, was a beautiful illusion. Making people fall in love with the lies she promised. With the wind in her hair and a smile
Do you remember me? I'm a part of you. You keep pushing me to the deep recesses of oblivion, Where all these forgotten strengths of yours
The bullets to my weapon are but just a dark liquid. When I yield it, I have all the power in the world. Yet a few