Wake Up, Open the Door and Escape to the Sea.

In a matter of love and fate, we fall on our heels.
To love another is to first love yourself.
And to find what fate is dragging you to, is to simply listen.

You're alive only if you feel it.
And you're dead without even realizing it.
Taking artistic measures, I'm fresh out of memories.
It's like walking through a mist.
And people are only shadows.

A hint is to always read what I write in context.
That's the only way to understand it.
My mind; I think in context.
I can't help it.
I've always done it.


While memories are painful, I cast them out of my mind.
Always at work and distracted.
My art gives me peace of mind.


I'll give you what you're worth.
Who says pain isn't cheap?
Is it worth the ache in my soul?
Maybe you're just being coy.

Let's leave unsaid, what's let unspoken.


Discuss.