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"
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