Never dream of forgotten things. For see the light on it's own. Be neglected. Be alone. Remain beautifully forgotten. Never ask for rememberance. Never ask for peace. Always be ready. Always be free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He walks around a cold, dark room wishing for the rest. He knows he's done. The games all over, but still he has no rest. The nights are longer than the days. Upon the cold step his shadow lays. Plotting new adventures. Seizing new areas. He knows it's not long before the end of the song. He knows it's only a matter of time before the ground gives way. He walks around wishing to see just one more day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Confusion is an illusion. The mind knows the key. You see what you want to see. The rest will never be. Give away all your possessions. Let go of all obsessions. Relax with the knowledge that you keep. Around here the demons never sleep. Stalking and playing. I can't hear what they're saying. Yet, I know it cannot be good. In the dark my memory has stood. Gazing upon such wonderful sights. Hiding during the days. Playing during the endless nights. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ramblings. I don't know why. I'm pretty bored. July 4th is just another gimmicked up holiday. At least that's what I tell myself. It would be nice to have some cronic again. Some weed. Damn my addictions. Damn them to hell. Done for now.