Amazing, how we've made an art out of misery, this masterpiece of ruin setting the tone for years to come, painted with the cruel colors of days past. We lay idly in the decay of time, waiting for this place so barren of hope to change, we wither away reaching for empty dreams to no avail. We are all alone, lost in the daze of exhausted hopes and ( Read more... )

"...a fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone. "

/sigh

The days come and go, and with each and every passing moment we fade a little more. We Decide whether or not to lose our faith in these empty days, we are where we choose to be.

We are who we choose to be

Empty is today, uncertain is tomorrow
despair fills the day, and future holds such sorrow
the days are empty, and tomorrow's gone
and its still our reason for going on

Days go by like seconds and in an hour I'll be dead. Like the sands at the beach, time will slip out of our grasp no matter how tight we try to grip it. As time passes like the wind we can only stop to enjoy the breeze, give endless chase, or lose it forever, although through any endeavor, at the end it is gone. We live our lives day to day, ( Read more... )

To forget the past for just a moment seems an eternity upon forever, and it is not a relief upon my heart as though it should be. The past is a wound that will never close, festering inside my heart, clawing away at everything that made me happy.you've got your moments and your dreams come true, you dont need your memories. As for me, that's all I' ( Read more... )

The days have gone too fast, and tomorrow comes too soon, we are just a moment, suspended in the infinite expanse of time that will go on forever without us. Like the seed of a flower, buried in the shadows and never to see the sun, this life I feel will never flower, and the subsequent years that make up this frail nothingness of life has led to ( Read more... )

Let these days wash into the past, lest we drown in the memories.The past is a ghost, looming in our hearts with such a dreadful conviction, yet beyond its tone of menace, it is a lasting remnant of something lost forever, and it is haunting. Perhaps I spend too much time looking to the past that I forget to look ahead and notice the life before me ( Read more... )