More Silent Wars

Of all the wonderful things and this is what I think of The days that die away Dire toward from a body painted like a portrait i now realize my days were worth living and i apologize if my smile is a bigger burden then you can bare drinking death maybe that's what belief is a journey of man to find himself Having gotten over looking into the mirror at night I find it harder to face the days standing closer to the carousel I see the ends in sight fairytales give us something to believe in when this life becomes too real I'm about to go watch a movie and pretend tomorrow doesnt matter "empty artist"