My Silence is a Silhouette, of the Sorrows I behold
I walk within this darkened World, my Memories untold
As I cry out with my lost Voice, I know I won’t be heard
So I choose to keep to myself, never to speak another word
It’s far too late to turn around, and save this dying Earth
The ones who care are pushed away, never to know what they are worth
I’d rather drown than live this Life, beneath the Sea there is no Air
Ignorance fears the pain we hold, our Souls are weeping with Despair
How many Centuries have passed, how many Lives faded away?
How many more are soon to fade, do any of us want to stay?
With Sadness pouring from our eyes, we wish that we could die
But one Life takes a thousand more, when few still Live alone to Cry
Our Deaths will feed the Ignorance, and tear this Earth apart
When she already weeps too much, it breaks me down to hurt her Heart
Religion is another Sin, with lies to steal our broken Souls
It tries to take a hold of us, so Ignorance may have control
But we are not the weaker ones, our Lives are pure and strong
How many have endured such Pain, trying to see the right from wrong
Each breath we take is filled with Vain, but we choose to Survive
Although we’re hurt we still cry out, so desperate to Revive

Vågen

Bruna

Singel

Ärrad

Mörkbrunt

Ja

Del av gymnasiet

Konst / Musik / Litteratur

Den utstötta

Reserverad, Blyg, Uppmärksam, Anti-social, Vänlig, Mörk, Konstig

Konst & Hantverk, Musik, Internet, Fotografering, Religion/Spiritualitet, Campa

Spirituell men inte religiös

Jag skrattar aldrig

Jag gillar inte TV

Rock, Hårdrock, New Age, Punk

Fantasy, Musik, Natur, Filiosofi, Poesi, Religiös

Empati, Känslighet, Omtänksamhet, Passivitet