#ComingToTheEnd #EverythingEnds #Mortality
What lies beneath a sea of numb where ships of heart were taken do… Sunk to the bottom with the one I hated and I meant to drown. For in its hull it carried pain
A tale I once heard of two men of… who’s lives were defined by the to… Each man was beholden to God for… so, when the time came that the pr… each fell to his knees and petitio…
It’s a feeling that has no words t… when the late autumn leaves fade c… Quietly waving a final goodbye in the chill as morning mist hover… It’s something between a pure feel…
Too many nights, too many times I’ve woke in sweat and had to find a way to push you out again, and pray once more that this will… That from my heart you’ll finally…
The further I go the worse I get at what I do and what I let destroy my peace
The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell
Running out of time to act, flashes in the mind. Running out of everything, too late to hit rewind. Wake and take a hammer to it,
There’s a magic to the moment when you’re alone at night and a song d… playing soft and sweet in the still of the midnight air. Then whatever the day dealt fades…
It’s different now, all the world around cloaked in grey, yet cool in the shadow. Void of sound,
The sand of the sea, what are they… Smiling mirages that drift by in l… Tried building castles but it seem… the waves take them down every tim… I guess there’s a beauty in watchi…
Some were hired at the break of da… Then others hired each passing hou… And when the eve was drawing nigh… looked out and saw some in the str… So, then he went to them and asked…
Don’t thru to pour me into a mold. I’m not made out of plaster... I’m made out of stone.
I never felt to push or shove people toward the God of love. It seemed that it was not my place… “Just give them time and give them… But then I came to understand,