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Remastered piece...(Yup, still dead zero week #7...) |
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Poetry piece:
"Why does everything seem like just a deception, an illusion, a dream? Everything seems so fabricated...artificial...unreal. Why can't I ever feel the true warmth which radiates my soul? I feels as though I'm sleeping, waiting for the eternal, frozen, solid cold to sweep away...like winter, changing to spring.
Why do I feel so empty inside? It feels as though my emotions have been supressed, traped, locked within a seal.
Why do I feel my heart beating without feeling? I am lost inside, my core, so cold, so lifeles , so hollow, yet if functions without meaning.
I am living a dream, keeping me dormant to the real world, The cold never leaves, the warmth does not appear, As long as I am dead to the world, so to are my emotions locked in a void, My heart beats to show that there is still hope to overcome this nightmare,
I hear a faint voice deep inside, A whisper, wanting to be heard, whishing to emerge, Desiring to exist in this world, this reality, this life, To help me awaken from this endless strife, To help me see the real Someone...hear my plea...Awaken my soul..."
[awaken my soul][version 2] Zero_Angel 30/05/05 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Some of you my find the matrial in this similar to one of my other recent entires (Woho! I'm free..! Well only for a while...), and so, you asume correctly. I just wanted to touch it up a bit. Comments are much apreciated wink
This is Zero_angel signing out...
Zero_angel · Mon May 30, 2005 @ 11:14am · 3 Comments |
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