Mood: Go figure. Nothing to do with breaking hearts or whatever. Just me.
Listening To: Something you'd better buy when it's out.
Overruled, are the thoughts I suggest.
Unfairness is how things are divided.
Soared above the skies, yet nothing can be seen.
No light of hope, yet no surrounding warmth.
Only left with one path to walk on,
Affirmed, until this ends.
No other options;
No other future.
A branch snapped, yet nobody knows.
The only contrasted branch compared to the others.
Trampled, and wasted.
Only the hurricane blows it closer to the tree.
Decision - made. Where is the happiness?
A right step made, yet only clouds surround the ray of hope.
From a bright sunny sunshine, to a dark stormy weather.
Evil lurks around the atmosphere.
This mask is beginning to crack,
Yet there is no way to renew it.
The painless laceration,
... Is vague.
