Shadowed streets are sleeping
Covered with darkness's cloth
Hollow roads of the broken dreams
Are filled with nothingness; undying
Screams of silence are hauntingly familiar...
He's walking...
Like the fireworks across the sky,
his mind's creating vivid images
of the places he has never seen before,
but he once swore he would...
Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow's always brighter...
He's walking...
Sometimes, he feels like he's on the crossroads,
gasping for air, trying to figure out
the biggest enigma, called "Life".
Trying to reborn from the ashes, but
the fire won't ignite, it stifles every time...
He's walking...
Vortexes of grayness are taking over his will,
And he's becoming more numb, by every step he takes
His face's cold steel mask for the world, emotionless
But on the inside his dreams and desires dance hopelessly
to a bitter- sweet melody of reality...
He's walking...
Shadowed streets are sleeping
covered with darkness's cloth.
The stars ridicule lonely silhouettes,
passer-bys that shiver under the moonlight,
pacing to the destination unknown...
He's walking...
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Bred to be stupid and born to be nothing~
They tell us how to dress and teach us to obey but they never heard a word that we had to say