You are nothing more that nothing.
 

With pupils in the back of my head
I couldn't face me again
But never i'll burn those eyes
I close them to envision my return
And finally watch my awakening

Catched my face in the mirror and the blood on my knuckles
That was the last wintersday i smashed my smile
That was the last time i'll ever mistake myself
And tomorrow will become the last dawn i'll ever fear

My mind just too diffused, abused
Living up to your expecations a goal? no
I'd rather face the cold of my own creation
Learned all too well i can't hold on to these cliffs
Now I know how not to fear the fall
The ending comes to catch me

I'm letting go
of your haunting yet meaningless lectures
When i'm going
I'll lecture you with words on the other side of your allknowing nothingness
Guess what the moral of that story would be
You mean nothing more than nothing to me

Ik vind hem..mooi.
Ja. Mooi.
En ik vind het geen gedicht.
Eerder iets voor een liedje, denkik.

het begin vond ik wat minder, maar het einde maakte dat helemaal goed (y)

zenkjoe guys :)