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Insomniac TherapyTo empty my head of thoughts
Of meaning. Of life.
The endless moments of your existence
The endless momentum of your persistence
Let me sleep. Little head. Let me sleep.
Stop burning up all these thoughts like the fuel to my heart.
Let us rest. They will keep.
The thoughts will still be there as strong as they were to start.
What are you holding on to, what will dreams bring
Remember this night is winter, but tomorrow is spring
You'll be fresh, your body will wake with things new
And our problems will feel manageable, there are only a few
So one more time, let's say it to ourselves
Tonight we can sleep, so tomorrow we can live
And another day is already burning at the edges
We cannot take anymore than it will give
Escaping you : Finding graceI'm wasted in your hands
what was I to you anyway?
but the string to tie up your paper bags
the thread that held together your filthy rags
And I walk away onto different places
but still I see this look on passing faces
Of used goods, worn-down, nearly out of use
How much can we take of this endless abuse?
I was wasted, falling through your fingers
the bitter taste of your silence lingers
The feel of your eyes crawling across my skin
Searching so hard my patience grow thin
I walk away, a by-product of your pleasure
the damage done is not something to measure
But I dont know if we'll ever find a place
where freedom sings and we have our grace
Space and IA cruel reminder of nothing
Around me I feel empty space
It is not you, or time, or me
It's the facts I'm going to face
Of my life and of your life
What is it worth, this body of mine
Lonely as it is, with you all around
Is this illness a symptom or a sign
Avoiding work, friends, avoid life.
What's it all for anyway, I say
I'll fight, You'll cry, He'll run, She'll sleep
We're all still human at the end of the day
This nothing surrounds me like a mist
This nothing is our human catalyst
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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