Words for my mourning

Words for my mourning

Still sad, still in the music you're sleeping, waking up in the depression struggled. I thought the dark things had gone away from me. But they are always by my side Mots "I can't go, even if it is for life"!
Nightmare nightmare is always of the same night. I can't remember how many times the startled shout! Notice I have not found the nightmare puzzle. Nicolas Cage in the city of angels-aperture to the head, and wings on his back, down to the love of the dead to save himself.
And I want to be turned into a withal smoke, towards the sky and escape the earthly tumult and moaning.
Those days have been long gone, so to keep a moment of life, brilliant blooms and the pan. Total short things better, and often do not have long to taste like. Let us never again, dancing in the abyss, forget all the hurt and pain.
A long time. How long do you have? I have no recollection. Only know the last time with the text for your own records, also only know mourning day blame that disturbs us. When you reproduce this scene, only to find his hands still rusty and thinking. Facing past familiar characters, just like when I face myself, was there that shy and confused. Same songs play back many times in the ear, I'm still acting bad yourself a clue, seems to be playing the knot of rope. And the melancholy like wire entanglement, shearing continued, acting out. Why can't a man cry?
Life exists on two levels. At least I was. I live in an ideal and reality, conflict alive. Heart not uniform is the most painful. I reality dew ideal at the time such words in its coffers, cannot continue to exist in the levels of reality and ideal when the outer reality show, but I can not face myself, this is how the sorrow and pain?
I desire for redemption, I long for liberation, I long to be true, I desire no longer lonely body wandering inside; not in silent night trouble sleeping. Is not in the silent dead broke out in silence. I'm in the middle of it, I fear silence of the dead. So I broke out. Stacked Millennium snow expected sweep to sweep, dusty bodies waiting to; static I really don't know when can such as Virgin's own into a dragon in the sea. I was brought up in a lonely, soul in the lonely sky development, childhood waved goodbye, I'm still in the childhood of children. The empty room, day, two days, many days of sth Each day so the result of the growth, I learned to independent thinking; learn to self pleasure in one room; learn to taste alone lonely and far away; I never want to face the world of selfishness, but let me learn to protect yourself from small habit. Although the youth has become a more than two, but most of the time was as much as the child to protect his beloved toy, protect themselves. I also need a sense of people.