believe

have you seen the way you look?
do you believe the lies they're telling you?
we've been apart for some time now;
I haven't seen you for awhile now.
Still, I don't know how to tell you,
or even if I should try to;
I haven't grown how you're growing,
and I don't know where you're going.
But now that I've come to realize
that you and I have the same eyes,
don't even try to convince me.
I've done my share of convincing.
if I turn my back on you now,
and I turn my head for my lifetime,
maybe you'll grow, maybe not.
might as well give up- why not?

death before devotion

Life as seen through wandering eyes:
mists of evil fill the breeze...
they breathe in deep the morning's cries
to spread their hatred through the seas.
If, by chance, their fate appear
to them in sudden fashion,
will time enough they have
to understand what they have done?