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The coldness of my voice frightens you,
the frost makes it easy to speak.
I made a promise to myself,
A silent and secret one I keep.
I will make my future mine,
be the puppeteer of my own life.
The solution to my problem
stems so clear and ready to me.

I my mind a storm is rising,
the letters in the sand begin to vanish.
As the weather begines to calm down,
I see the damage it has done.
Walking by the ruins and litter,
I notice I feel nothing at all.

Anonymous

Into the ocean of One's mind,
into the storm of thoughts.
We surrender ourselves to the past,
it makes everything become real,
No matter how hard you try,
it'll never let you go.
Nothing ever changes
the things that can't be undone.
So beware of your actions
because they will become immortal.
Can you believe yourself?
As you pure as you claim to be?
These are my prophecies,
My visions my truths.
I don't expect you to believe me,
I am not to be trusted.
Let this be a warning
for those who follow me.
You have chosen wrong,
open your eyes and
turn back while you can
You don't have to look back,
I am already lost.

Anonymous

Now take what is yours, I need no more.
Get your own way, I have found mine.
All I ever wished for is now useless.
The dreams I once had are now in vain.

Can't you see the way I am?
I have all what I want.
Your hidden heart has made me what I am,
I once searched for it far too long.

Now I look for it no more, since anything goes.
I will make you suffer, even if you feel no pain.

I will become the evil you are,
believe in the hate you present.
This is my contribution to the world
and you are the soul reason,
I will speak with the only words you comrehend.

Look, listen, desire and deny,
you will know what I mean.