Where have I gone wrong this time? Why are you leaving like the rest of them? I've known it for a long time, loneliness has been tugging at the threads holding my heart together. I didn't want to see, and I still don't want to. Would rather scratch out my teary eyes than face this reality again. Why can't I just stay alone, instead of getting hope and being dropped from the heights of my mind again and again, until I'm forgotten forever. I don't understand why I am this way. Why do I keep losing myself? Have I ever found myself or was it all just illusions, something you wanted me to believe until it didn't suit you anymore? Why did you make me think I could fly, when my wings were too weak to carry me across the sky? Why did you let me fall into this endless abyss? But in the end... was it really you that did all this? Or was it me after all? I've always known it would be me. I just didn't want to see it...

A sea of a million stars wish I could drown in it drown in the dark illuminated by small glowing moments of light.

Through the shards sun is reflecting lighting up the derelict house like a kaleidoscope Through the cracks in my eye sunlight like a memory crumbling slowly into my arms Dream and reality are mixing, dancing like dust in the sunlight I wish I could shake off the dust I have gathered to step into the fresh clear winter sunlight.

Watching the world waste away the ever-changing tides are all the same to me Mankind devouring itself life devouring life Forming a cancerous growth a festering wound rotting My scattered thoughts return to me as one The world not caring about them Them not caring about the world As life leaves the planet and leaves the consciousness of this universe an ancient being slowly comes to an end dragging itself towards its own death slowly like a rotting festering stinking mass as if we are happy to finally end.

Strange mystical power pulsating below the concrete of the city streets, below the pavements, through the riverbeds, in the air around us, living on and glowing invisibly. Ancient, revered, strong is Mother Earth.

Your eyes look like they have traveled a long way. Noise drains out my mind. Slight nuances, notes, emanate from your face. It's like you were never born, and like you never died, as if you are eternal, timeless, alien, out of this world, but so, so close to every human's heart. Is it because you have truly loved, when none of us ever have? Why are you here, why are you hurting yourself, why are you taking all those risks? Are you trying to show us, to teach us, to truly love? Many might say that's in vain, but maybe, just maybe, there's a chance, a spark of hope. Few of us will know what life is and what love is. But some day the message will spread. Some day we can be free, we can be ourselves. Some day we may be able to love.

Wandering eyes. From their socket free falling. Wandering, flying, rolling, swimming. Through the depths of the sea, the depths of the soul, the depths, the depths, the. Wandering eyes.

Just take my soul, piece by piece, rip it apart, dissolve it and pour it down the drain. I'll be better off among my own, among the dead. You think I'm a liar, maybe I am. Who knows what's real anyway? I can see my world slowly dissolving around me. I wish I could burn my skin and flesh away, dissolve with my world into nothingness - a fast, floating dream without any impact. Is now the time to say goodbye?