Gate کے بول

Withstanding pain filters everything.It makes me feel depraved sickening. To soak the limits that our lives have bleed...lives...have bleed. Most times I feed off my inside fiend. theres no truth in this life anyway...theres...no truth. Things i feel, standing at the gate:confusion from the contradiction, so much sorrow dancing in shadow, only silence when i look into the sky. Agitate the motion of sacrifice-pissed off i ask the reasons for life. slowly im shown no answers to find.peace for myself,the will to stop,searching for love,obsession is mine. Things I feel standing at the gate:confusion from the contradiction, so much sorrow dancing in shadow, only silence when i look into the sky. In silence, death, and sorrow... Freedom inside to win over the mind of puzzle. Searching inside to see there wasnt a savior here. Moments seem pointless showing, the walls and all the falling, no peace or answers for me here.The monsters never show me, a comfort cant sink in me, because of pain theres sacrifice.