The Famigerate

Light Shining To Me... Plight Not My Enemy Today. Strife Doesn't Plague Me Today. Life Seems Much More Enjoyable Than The Weeks Before. BJS -- 2kXI Dutch

Sands of time drowning me in an empty sea of lies The way she used to look me in the eyes, Wonderment is all that can be Because there is nothing left in me. The darkness between us grows with each passing day Eventually, there will be no recognition of what once lay The smiles and laughter have been replaced Painted smiles drawn upon my face Knowing that this is the only way to keep up my pace. Clutching onto the brach of life that grows from the side of the cliff All I want to know is when I let let go how far is the drop and what if. Streaming wind assaults my body as I fall into a crystal ball of eternity It's a space of which there is no time, no love, no emotion It's perfect blissfulness of not living nor dying, but stuck in between Awake looking for the coins upon my eyes and their bright sheen. The great guide, Charon sets me upon the tour of the Lethe, Eridanos, and Alpheus I find my escort to be hungrily grappling at my soul, taking no riches I come to the convergence

Sands of time drowning me in an empty sea of lies The way she used to look me in the eyes, Wonderment is all that can be Because there is nothing left in me. The darkness between us grows with each passing day Eventually, there will be no recognition of what once lay The smiles and laughter have been replaced Painted smiles drawn upon my face Knowing that this is the only way to keep up my pace. Clutching onto the branch of life that grows from the side of the cliff All I want to know is when I let let go how far is the drop, and what if. Streaming wind assaults my body as I fall into a crystal ball of eternity It's a space of which there is no time, no love, no emotion It's perfect blissfulness of not living nor dying, but stuck in between Awake looking for the coins upon my eyes and their bright sheen. The great guide, Charon sets me upon the tour of the Lethe, Eridanos, and Alpheus I find my escort to be hungrily grappling at my soul, taking no riches I come to the convergen

Follow Me... No, I really shouldn't. Follow Me... No, it really wouldn't be prudent. Ahh, c'mon, Follow Me.. Is it gunna hurt? Silly question, Follow Me: True, I guess I should learn to love again. Here we float in a state of bliss, nothing he's ever felt like this... So pure, so true, so everything in you. Follow Me... For why, and where, do we need to go? Follow Me, I've never mislead you in the past. No, you're correct, you've taught me love in it's purest. Now at this time we are at a fork in the road. Don't Follow Me, for we never were... You should have known. BJS -- 2kXI Dutch

Processing the pain is a choice from your conscious mind, not always a choice you're ready for, but at some point, one, or something, must be accountable for all the weary dreams that feel as if they are unsurmountable. Driving shots of adrenaline will always be a part of dealing what's always lying within. To feel alive, sometimes you need to take your self much closer to death, so close you feel the Grim Reaper standing behind you and you feel his breath. You may recognize that you're alive, but why? Why are the best ones to die? Is it a lesson that they can lastly teach, in order for you to always take that extra reach? Your blood pressure pounds the closer you are to death, but it will in fact remind you that you are alive. And there's always something else left in the world worth your strive. After the job is done you're sent home to battle the inner demons and political bureaucracy, and biased views of your peers and your community. How is it that the same com

Draggin' myself through the bitter-sweet nectar of life. - Feelin' no strife. - Can't find the one I will call wife. - Launching through clouds through the supposed glory of life. - Not quite able to open my eyes My heart is molded to her specification. But yet she leaves it without prediction. No, I don't see it; perhaps I shoulda kept my eyes open all along. I can't feel it, I've lost my inner song. "Rush, Rush hurry lover come to me" That's what she needed to tend her wounds Now I carry the wreckage that lies and coos. There was a space kept in my soul Heavy chested I can't feel it no mo' There's nothing one can do To undo what she did do I'm not tryin' to say this to in efforts to get to you, but once there was a love as true as could be Now it's just a slain pain that cuts right through me Razor sharp that splits the skin A cool beveled blade attempts to reveal what's within A whole nothing all lost because of the v