1
I have felt everything
let it p e n e t r a t e me.
i cry
Ambitious to lose a morbid sense of self
Oh mind! why decorate such a (b e a u t i f u l) world
in your awkward tears? why have you taught me to feel only in w o r ds?
These (are) my words
I bleed them to compensate.
(You) will not find us here.



2
i have Seen your eyes before.
Remnants of a beautiful world.
perfection in our presence
You are all that is left of me.


3
only
liars
have hope

their satires

will instill
them


in their
lies


4
has everything
faded away?
the most beautiful images
returned to their dull places?

.are we all that is left of a dream
or is the dream all that is left of us
the perfect nightmare
a symphonic scheme?



























only you know