Esoteric
Abandonment
When the spoken words make less sense than those unspokenAnd resentment is all that is left to giveStill we go through with the facadeWasting our time humouring insanitiesAnd know so wellSense has no place hereFire, running with abandonmentUntil there's no place left to burnDid those eyes drown?Did the soul slip so far down it became lost?Is the only spirit left, the one that passes the lips?An age of destructionI watch, my disbelief waiting for changeThe will for resolution faded fastAnd in the end, it stands for nothing, counts for nothingTis like a funeral marchDriving towards the deathAwaiting the vultures' call
From Letras Mania