If looks could kill then Death would be my name.

I am just a broken man
Never know just where I am
I never know just how I feel
I can’t even tell just what the hell is real

Distorted screams of a desolate land
I begin to sympathize with the spirits of the damned

Show me what lies behind closed eyes
Bring me to a world where spirits fly
Help me see what lies behind the shroud
Teach me to step out from the crowd

Black wings flutter by
I close my eyes and begin to cry
The light shines upon my face
Bringing me into a state of grace

No more screams we’ve healed this land
I see the spirits none are damned

Show me what lies behind closed eyes
Bring me to a place where spirits fly
Help me to tear down this shroud
Teach me to no longer see a crowd

I've been gone. Was my time well spent? Have I changed? Have you changed? The world is a maddening place, a place that makes us dream of change. Yet we do nothing. Why? Now death comes in makeing us wonder what lies beyond. In the story Frankenstein was Victor wrong? Was his decission to tryand discover the meaning of life one of madnsee or genious, perhaps it was both. Are we truly wrong in wanting to play god? Is it morraly wrong? What of those of us who don't have the same morals as the rest. I mean no one person has the same morals as the next anyway. But lets move along shall we. Time is short and I've taken up enough of yours so I bid you farewell.

Sometimes the world around us changes, and leaves us wondering what happened. Regardless of what some people think everything effects us no matter what anyone wants to believe. No matter how unimportant it is to us it affects us in some way weather we admit it or not. It may be the genocide of people on the other side of the world or a lost puppy in your backyard whatever it is it affects all of us. No matter how trivial it may seem we need to remember that not all things are as they seem. We need to tell ourselves to look deeper, that what lies beneath is so much more important than what we see on the surface.

Do I say something? I don't really have much to say. Oh well such is life I suppose, full of twists, and turns. Sometimes we just don't know what to say, and so we say nothing at all. Other times we know what we should say, but decide it's better not to. Still we can't help but be human to make mistakes and say things we know we shouldn't. Things that hurt, things that make us wonder if we can do anything right. Feeling sorry for ourselves is one thing humanity is good at.

Feeling, following, falling down. Do you believe the world is truly in danger from us? Ra sha sha ra sha sha we are the ones that die.