Thursday, August 14, 2008

Blood On Your Hands

Lost in time, for what is time but the manifestation of lies? A material illusion that is not a substance tangible

Flipping by with space, the endless race we race, is against no one but ouselves, for the greatest lie is time

Lost in time, lost in space, I wonder why, we're always lost in lies.

The Human Race, this terrible pace, dragging us onward, towards the end.

But to what end? and is there an end? The questions and answers, lost along with us.

Lost in time, warring destiny, fighting fate, breeding hate. On we go, towards a percieved end.

But to what end? when the question is posed, there we lie, juxtaposed,

Will your journey take you, to pay homage to your host?

These question lie, but the answers to you are lost in lies, lost in space, forever lost; lost in time.

7 Comments:

Sachi said...

things WILL be ok. Hugs.

Sachi said...

erm..that was NOT For you. shit. sorry. can u delete it please? (embarrased here )

erm..on the other hand, this is really good . of course my awe is marred by my first comment . sorry .

TheWhacksteR said...

Hmmm seems like drs a prob and i can't delete it ryt now...will try again soon of you like. but thats k by me. its always nice to have a pat on the back nevertheless. so i'll take it neways. thanks MC! (on both counts)

Sachi said...

:) in that case.

Anonymous said...

nice concept

check these out:
http://stfallen.wordpress.com/2008/04/30/melodramatic-melody-of-pretense/

http://stfallen.wordpress.com/2008/02/21/lost-in-the-middle-of-nowhere/

http://stfallen.wordpress.com/2008/01/16/question/

Nefarious said...

NICE!

Dee said...

the endless race we race. sigh.