Temporary

So quiet
Another wasted night
The television steals the conversation
Exhale
Another wasted breath,
Again it goes unnoticed

Please tell me your just feeling tired
Because if it's more then that i feel that i might break
Out of touch,
Out of time

Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
Cuz i can't read your rolling eyes
Out of touch,
Are we out of time?

Closed lipped
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion

Your grip
Another time is slack
It leaves me feeling empty

Please tell me your just feeling tired
Cuz if it's more then that i feel that i might break
Out of touch,
Out of time

Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
Cuz i can't read your rolling eyes
Out of touch,
Are we out of time?

I'll wait until tomorrow
Maybe you'll feel better then
Maybe we'll be better then

So whats another day
When i can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you

This mood of yours is temporary
Its seems worth the wait to see your smile again
Out of the corner of my eye won't be the only way your looking at me then

So Quiet

Another wasted night
The television steals the conversation

Exhale
Another wasted breath,
Again it goes unnoticed...

Early Morning

Deep within the constitution of the soul, there waits a very presense so profound

So dark and terrible, the instability of human nature to define the very purpose of existance

Existance is but yet the sad dream of the humanistic reality that has befell the world

Drowned in smog, death is only imminant to the sad, yet strange world that hosts humanity

While Man is arrogant within this sphere he only borrows, a proportion of that is feminine.

As man is only a mutation, an abomination to the world, of the original woman.

The opposite sex of the adopted rulers of the world did indeed birth them.

Existance as we know it would not have commenced without abominations.

Abominations must continue to surface from the depths of hell for the star society to continue.

While we fight everything that differes from ourselves, we must one day submit.

Do not postpone the inevitable that MUST become of us

Death is imminant, and we must not fight the gods of fate.

When fate is disrupted, reality is disrupted.

And as we all know,

Reality is just a nightmare