So as this played this came into my mind In a dark room, hidden in a dark space in your mind, lies the unthinkable, The you that no one has ever seen or got to know. At times you dressed that person up and went before others and like all the times before, you were ignored. Like a shadow in the shade, no one even noticed cared or spoke to you. As always they treated you as they always did. Uncaring, unthoughtful, just an image smeared on the lense, something that can be ignored and unnoticed. "What the use?" you think," why even try? Who is ever going to care? " More times you spend in that dark room with the authentic you, the outside world slips away into a gutter, by the raining flood of thier own misery. You watch them fall apart in entropy and decay. You watch them perpetually try to be the costume they dress in and fail. You can help, you've done everything to get thier attention, but still your just a hazy image in thier mind of no concern or care. Years of rejection has penetrated your deepest corners of your dark room. Your authentic self feels the decay of itself and sees the inevitable end of all in your life. You spoke your truth, you tried to reach them, you tried to warn them. But you have to watch the perish. You're all that's left, to hold the coffers nails. To forever know they never saw you, for who you are. Rain turns the soil to heavy mud as your task to bury them and all memories you shared. Yet this does not break you, your authentic self now refuses to go into the dark room. You dress it up and parade it about to shunned and spit upon. You walk in cloudy days of absolute unworthiness. You read the symbols and recognize the dark omens to come. You speak the truth, only to feel the beating hit you, the backlash and turmoil they unleash upon you for speaking the truth. Your left in pain kneeling before them. Hoping to get one word out to them that they may hear and see you. But all they see is a shadow from a dark room . A curse upon them. You are the same as disease in thier minds. And they do, all they can , to wash you down the gutter. Unbroken in spirit only, they drag you about in blood driven parrade.parade. cheering for your death and destruction. As they drag you about the mud and garbage ridden streets. Pushing and kicking you over the edge onto a gutter where many have been washed into. " what was the use? You question yourself, "Why did I even try? " Laying amongst many, but in total solitude. Your left for eternity in the dark corner, as you watch them all decay. And there you know that , that action was your life's purpose. To lay witness alone. To the work of unholy people mindset, bringing burdens to themselves and others. You were to witness the death, the suffering, and lifes agony. To lay witness and be a living testimony to what the darkness others have and what those without spirit do.
So as this played this came into my mind
In a dark room, hidden in a dark space in your mind, lies the unthinkable,
The you that no one has ever seen or got to know.
At times you dressed that person up and went before others and like all the times before, you were ignored.
Like a shadow in the shade, no one even noticed cared or spoke to you.
As always they treated you as they always did.
Uncaring, unthoughtful, just an image smeared on the lense, something that can be ignored and unnoticed.
"What the use?" you think," why even try? Who is ever going to care? "
More times you spend in that dark room with the authentic you, the outside world slips away into a gutter, by the raining flood of thier own misery.
You watch them fall apart in entropy and decay. You watch them perpetually try to be the costume they dress in and fail.
You can help, you've done everything to get thier attention, but still your just a hazy image in thier mind of no concern or care.
Years of rejection has penetrated your deepest corners of your dark room. Your authentic self feels the decay of itself and sees the inevitable end of all in your life.
You spoke your truth, you tried to reach them, you tried to warn them. But you have to watch the perish.
You're all that's left, to hold the coffers nails. To forever know they never saw you, for who you are.
Rain turns the soil to heavy mud as your task to bury them and all memories you shared.
Yet this does not break you, your authentic self now refuses to go into the dark room. You dress it up and parade it about to shunned and spit upon.
You walk in cloudy days of absolute unworthiness. You read the symbols and recognize the dark omens to come. You speak the truth, only to feel the beating hit you, the backlash and turmoil they unleash upon you for speaking the truth.
Your left in pain kneeling before them. Hoping to get one word out to them that they may hear and see you.
But all they see is a shadow from a dark room . A curse upon them. You are the same as disease in thier minds. And they do, all they can , to wash you down the gutter.
Unbroken in spirit only, they drag you about in blood driven parrade.parade. cheering for your death and destruction. As they drag you about the mud and garbage ridden streets. Pushing and kicking you over the edge onto a gutter where many have been washed into.
" what was the use? You question yourself, "Why did I even try? "
Laying amongst many, but in total solitude. Your left for eternity in the dark corner, as you watch them all decay. And there you know that , that action was your life's purpose. To lay witness alone. To the work of unholy people mindset, bringing burdens to themselves and others.
You were to witness the death, the suffering, and lifes agony. To lay witness and be a living testimony to what the darkness others have and what those without spirit do.
Love it
This is interesting at the same time feels like the calm before the storm
Fantastic music mixes with amazing vocals ! ❤
Y'all cooked with this
A blast from the past ❤
Thank you for the mammary 🙏
So fitting of the game atmosphere 🔥🔥
Great work 👏
nice i like this 😇
Bellissima musica soave , pardiso per l'anima ......fantastica❤❤❤❤
Thank you for this video!! It was exactly what I needed to get in a productive mood
You got this!
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