Tensions arise,
desperate,but tranquil,
the feelings have died,
the noises lay still.

Concentration of minds,
of things to come,
desparaton for the blind,
and the best yet for some.

Lost in an endless twisting swirl,
And i have a story for you boys and girls,
of the one who will save you,
from yourselves,
but only if you let him,
rescue you from hell.

Some like it hot,
with flowers that flourish,
But i prefer cold,
dying, malnourished.

And that's your ultimate meaning of life,
of one filled with strife,
You don't see that sight,
the beauty above,
only the clouds, the dreams of broken love.

You love only yourself,and continue to die,
you love only to suffer, melodramatic and dry.

Not worth my earthly time,
only shall i die, to show off the blind.

And my life was a waste,
and brought out the worst,
through greed and through haste,
it evolved into hurt.

And lost without meaning,
through the shifting of dunes,
foretold of the truth,
of their impending doom.