Thursday, August 6, 2009

Failure Is Failure Does

18 pieces of pizza.



Family.







We have good looks







Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I pass right through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
This day never seems to end.
This rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes,all throughout my flawless soul.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that, I alonefear those who finally ceased to feel, that they're alone inside this place.
I am the misplaced.
Now every face looks familiar,
found every face would melt away until, now, everyone,
do you know, I know your deception.
-A.F.I. - Total Immortal-

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