Sunday, March 12, 2006

Straight ahead I see the reflection, dead eyes stare back into me. One which pleads for sanity, hunger for escape, eyes that seem so desperate. This is what I've become, a man with nothing left but shreds of his soul. Even the mirror reflects emptiness, not even a drop of sympathy. Still the disintegration goes on, taking whats left of my humanity. Now I'm nothing more then just a woodblock, once of life, now i reek of death. Once, love was such a wonderful feeling, now I can't remember how it feels like..to be love, or even..to love. My feelings are void. The walls I've build have shut me in so tight, that I suffocated, so tight that it cut me off completely, my mighty wall. No more shall I feel no more shall I see no more shall I hear. I am just what I am now. Even the mirrors on the wall jeer at me, laughing at my plight. My eyes once filled with vibrant colours and eagerness, now, it's only but a dead stare. I've tried to break the wall to find the colours again but every minutes brings more agony. I am lost, lost too deep in my own sorrows. A pool a dark swirly liquid that pulls me further down the bottomless pit. I thought I had found love within again! But it only slipped through my fingers. No, its too late, to find what I've lost, what I need. I am shattered, like shards of mirror, even a thousand man cannot put together. Broken pieces lying over the floor, as i watch myself through my eyes, I pull away in terror. I am broken, no longer human.


Facils over rockefella's over, the best times of my life over in these few weeks. I've truly enjoyed them, and to Random, even though we've made some mistakes and our performance aint true blue great, remember the times of fun we had the anxiety the laughter. Music is after all about enjoying, and you guys have given me much to remember about. Facils, even though everything was kinda rush and stuff it still has been a great experience. Now, its back to studies...cheers people.

in memory of
Painting the sky grey @ 1:51 PM

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