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You say my eyes are haunted, filled with sadness that is what you see
And that is something I tell you I agree
Shadow, darkness, pain, agony, regret.
How many images can you see?
What are they from, you will probably never know.
And I always will to some extent.
I define what it is and still there is such grey mists
Emptiness,the shades walk the grounds.
I walk past, they flee me.
I am still haunted but by what.
The most important memories I cannot explain for they aren't acessible to me.
What am I that no matter how deep in darkness I dwell, I am still not covered in shadow enough.
Memories, both mine and others.
Vision, of death and destruction.
Chaos, agony, crying.
Children huddled in a corner asking why?
Frozen on the wall, yearning for the end to this meaningless torture
Within the stone a mind develops,
Wisdom grows, connections grow entwining the soul
unseparable, minds are shared.
Emotions seen, nothing's serene.
The compassion to help, my greatest desire.
My inability to take action against what is right in front of me.
I see the universe connected by tiny threads of webbing, splitting in infinite directions
I follow these lines, learn the oucome.
Try to change it try to help.
All the while hiding what I know.
How is your pain not my fault, how is your death?
I see the outcomes, following the lines I see the past and future.
The universe spins before me.
The most disturbing thing is the blindness of the world
Ignorance is bliss, to this I agree.
At times I want to cry for what I see, for what I can feel
I see so many visions, many of them dark.
Three children sit huddled, all of them crying.
On the floor lies a body a hole in the head.
Their eyes look up in terror. The vision ends
what will you see when you look into a person's soul.
Their deepest darkest secrets.
Their wounds, thiers scars, the hate they carry.
the enveloping dark.
The darkness is not like the shadow that comforts me.
The darkness swallows everything, from within I hear wails.
Crying screaming, tortured souls. Visit the land of death and return.
I see a woman, cooking dinner for her husband at work.
He comes home early and the foods not ready.
He punches her face and she whimpers like a dog.
By her hair he slams her against the wall and she crumples but stil conscious
He forces her to lie down and clasps her throat,
Ripping off her panties, he forces himself into her.
Although painful she is not as scarred as the young child who went unnoticed
Peering through the keyhole.
Just this and many more, constantly flash before my eyes.
These aren't my memories, this never happened to me.
What purpose do I serve? Why these visions?
WHY CAN I FEEL THEIR PAIN?
In my own darkness I curled into a ball,crying, overwhelmed.
My body racked with pain,All I see is black smoke, there is no fire.
My very soul being torn into a hundred directions, ripping me apart.
I cry out to the empty world
RELEASE ME!!! I DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHY CAN i FEEL YOU?
WHY DO YOU TORMENT MY SOUL?
No answer ever came, crippled there I forced myself to heal.
So young and forced to withdraw into myself.
It was up to me to return to this physical world
What is a child to do?
Why do I se this I will never know.
All I know is I can feel the agony of these many souls being tormented.
It's so hard to become numb
When the pain you feel is inside.

Description
You say my eyes are haunted, filled with sadness that is what you see
And that is something I tell you I agree
Shadow, darkness, pain, agony, regret.
How many images can you see?
What are they from, you will probably never know.
And I always will to some extent.
I define what it is and still there is such grey mists
Emptiness,the shades walk the grounds.
I walk past, they flee me.
I am still haunted but by what.
The most important memories I cannot explain for they aren't acessible to me.
What am I that no matter how deep in darkness I dwell, I am still not covered in shadow enough.
Memories, both mine and others.
Vision, of death and destruction.
Chaos, agony, crying.
Children huddled in a corner asking why?
Frozen on the wall, yearning for the end to this meaningless torture
Within the stone a mind develops,
Wisdom grows, connections grow entwining the soul
unseparable, minds are shared.
Emotions seen, nothing's serene.
The compassion to help, my greatest desire.
My inability to take action against what is right in front of me.
I see the universe connected by tiny threads of webbing, splitting in infinite directions
I follow these lines, learn the oucome.
Try to change it try to help.
All the while hiding what I know.
How is your pain not my fault, how is your death?
I see the outcomes, following the lines I see the past and future.
The universe spins before me.
The most disturbing thing is the blindness of the world
Ignorance is bliss, to this I agree.
At times I want to cry for what I see, for what I can feel
I see so many visions, many of them dark.
Three children sit huddled, all of them crying.
On the floor lies a body a hole in the head.
Their eyes look up in terror. The vision ends
what will you see when you look into a person's soul.
Their deepest darkest secrets.
Their wounds, thiers scars, the hate they carry.
the enveloping dark.
The darkness is not like the shadow that comforts me.
The darkness swallows everything, from within I hear wails.
Crying screaming, tortured souls. Visit the land of death and return.
I see a woman, cooking dinner for her husband at work.
He comes home early and the foods not ready.
He punches her face and she whimpers like a dog.
By her hair he slams her against the wall and she crumples but stil conscious
He forces her to lie down and clasps her throat,
Ripping off her panties, he forces himself into her.
Although painful she is not as scarred as the young child who went unnoticed
Peering through the keyhole.
Just this and many more, constantly flash before my eyes.
These aren't my memories, this never happened to me.
What purpose do I serve? Why these visions?
WHY CAN I FEEL THEIR PAIN?
In my own darkness I curled into a ball,crying, overwhelmed.
My body racked with pain,All I see is black smoke, there is no fire.
My very soul being torn into a hundred directions, ripping me apart.
I cry out to the empty world
RELEASE ME!!! I DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHY CAN i FEEL YOU?
WHY DO YOU TORMENT MY SOUL?
No answer ever came, crippled there I forced myself to heal.
So young and forced to withdraw into myself.
It was up to me to return to this physical world
What is a child to do?
Why do I se this I will never know.
All I know is I can feel the agony of these many souls being tormented.
It's so hard to become numb
When the pain you feel is inside.