He knows no shame and takes no blame this simpleton sees everything. He's only satisfied to point out other's mistakes never afraid to use his pride. His tradition is old; his faith a hand-me-down. The family, he wears them on his sleeve. Morale and value left under a christmas tree. He once had the gift, this image in his grandparents eyes. No guns, no drugs, no rape, no end. This vacant soul is pale and blue. In empty gaze... his crow's feet are a vision of defeat. Sick and tired of the meaninglessness. The irrationale... He's desensitized his every need and emotion. A cup half empty, but full of euphoria. He's searching for the light switch in the dark to switch his routine. To find a reason... To find faith in peace of mind. When one too many beliefs die, it's tough to see through these black eyes. Everyone forgives, everyone forgets. Everyone is true, and no one here will lie to you. He knows the truth. He knows the truth: Here nothing's certain, disregard what you've learned... to find faith in peace of mind. All of thier gods died with his peace. I should know him, that heathen's me. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com