*A song that sprung up upon impulse. My life has nothing to do with this whatsoever so don't worry.*
A soft piano plays in the backround as someone like Issac Slade sings.
Have the stars abandoned us lifeless?
Will the sky blame us too for this mess?
Has the power been cut
Our minds gone from our thoughts,
Will heaven finally make us confess?
Will the reveries leave us soon, too?
Doomed to die at our own Waterloo?
Our hearts have been deemed cold,
Our innocence a fold,
Can we not ultimately renew?
It's true out life was all arrogance,
Our ambitions do mount even since,
But our souls must be good,
Redeem, we will- we could,
But it's hard to forgive reminisce.
They say we must burn for all of this,
But what have we done to deserve this,
Our life never had grace,
I had a well-known face,
We had vengeance, we were remorseless.
I tried but was destined to fail,
God will no longer accept our tales,
Our body's destroyed temple,
we have time, it's ample,
*Whispers*
Or am I just fooling myself? I could never tell dreams from reality.
I must have gone too far, as I cannot see my life. It's going too fast.
It's only a blur. I can't even hear the breeze of my life's wings taking off.
Will I see darkness. No one will miss me. I will go.
