Have you ever wished?
Wished to be gone?
Gone to place where nothing exsits,
Laughter is silent
To silent to hear
Smiles are hiden
As fog covers all.
People are gone.
They never belonged.
This place is calm.
This place is real.
Don't believe its a dream,
You can feel pain.
Pain is the ruler.
It rules us all.
Without a sound, you walk along.
Nothing moves, for there is no wind.
No wind to blow the trees,
No sun to warm the Earth.
The world is silent and cold.
Thats what is gone.
Being gone is not death.
It is simply your mind.
You mind which takes you.
Cruel thoughts create the landscape.
You want to think your mind is good.
And only nice things live there.
Everyone has silence, and pain,
Pain and silence create you.
((2, final one for tonight...))

























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