Your Soul, or Your Voice.
There are always those moments. Hurtful, pained moments, where nothing can heal a bruise. Where dreams die, hope fades. Where all but the sting of a memory past goes unfelt. There are always those moments. Hurtful, pained moments, where everything is abuse.
Sunshine lasts not forever. Hope dies with the heard. Fickle and fiendish. All for naught. Darkness should be a careful companion. The path grows cold, and we oft stumble over nothing. We strive for what we cannot reach. Hope beyond everything. Yet it dies when we’re caught.
Caught being a dreamer. Caught being different. Caught is caught, and those who fall die. It’s not a long fall. Nor is it a hard fall. The landing goes unfelt, as does the instant of pain upon death. We dig our own graves. Unbeknownst to the dreamers, they too are choosing how they shall lie.
Belief leads to lies. And lies lead to success. The world preys on the innocent. Preys on the honest. A warm heart leads to a cold grave. And a cold heart leads to a warm memory. Where shall you stand? Lose what you are, and soulless you shall become. Keep fighting for life, try your damndest.
Pessimism may survive. Optimism may create martyrs. But you hold the power of the final choice. Become all the world wishes, or stay what you already were. Dig your grave, or carve your niche. Remember these words. For either way, you’ll lose in the end. You always lose. Your soul or your voice.
Sunshine lasts not forever. Hope dies with the heard. Fickle and fiendish. All for naught. Darkness should be a careful companion. The path grows cold, and we oft stumble over nothing. We strive for what we cannot reach. Hope beyond everything. Yet it dies when we’re caught.
Caught being a dreamer. Caught being different. Caught is caught, and those who fall die. It’s not a long fall. Nor is it a hard fall. The landing goes unfelt, as does the instant of pain upon death. We dig our own graves. Unbeknownst to the dreamers, they too are choosing how they shall lie.
Belief leads to lies. And lies lead to success. The world preys on the innocent. Preys on the honest. A warm heart leads to a cold grave. And a cold heart leads to a warm memory. Where shall you stand? Lose what you are, and soulless you shall become. Keep fighting for life, try your damndest.
Pessimism may survive. Optimism may create martyrs. But you hold the power of the final choice. Become all the world wishes, or stay what you already were. Dig your grave, or carve your niche. Remember these words. For either way, you’ll lose in the end. You always lose. Your soul or your voice.