Dissident
A state of megalomania has been ended
Voices have settled down
To see is to reveal dementia:
The decadence of celestial beings
And the delusion of synthetic standards
A blatant display of fickleness-to some may seem sinister
As my being crumbles, all the fervor I had has deteriorated into apathy
Nothing more can be offered
Nothing more to have me scared
To you it's supersonic, to me it's nothing more than silence
The clock ticks without me knowing
The knife twists without me dying
grasseseatcows
5/23/2005 08:21:00 AM