LeoNardoEXE

Do you ever feel reality fading out dimming around the edges as the sky comes falling down? Do you ever wonder where the whispers go as they leap from the lips of sheep and fall about like snow? Do you ever see the silver discus run to and fro across the night after its loving sun? Do you ever wish the lines would be erased the paints and shades restored to you and your tears and rips replaced? Do you ever speak from the bottom of your heart and watch as they turn deaf to you as you knew they would from the start? Do you ever hear the nightingale start to sing, its tone radiant and crystal clear, soft and warm as spring

 They see me on the floor, bleeding, gasping for breath, yet they let me lie. They simply step over me, so consumed in their own lives that none other matters. They can see my pain, and they care not. They simply laugh, and let me hurt. I cry out for help, Azrael just inches away, waiting for me to surrender, but I know that my voice will fall upon deaf ears. No one cares if I leave with the Angel. Only if they are exempt from his touch. They can see the blood dripping to the floor, the bone protruding from my chest, the dry wheezing gasp that flies out from my throat, yet they only watch as I fall to the floor, cold and limp. People

 You see not me, but a mask. A facade, glittering and perfect. You hear not me, but an impression. An elaborate imitation, as a trick to your ears. You know me, but you do not know what you think of me. I say not what I mean, but what you wish to hear. I appear as what you want to see. I am a phantasm, existing only in your imagination. My heart reaches out to you, crying for you to hear me. But you push me away with thoughts and turns of the tongue sharper than any blade. I only wish to feel for you, with you. But you cannot feel the faint touch of my soul, caressing your beautiful existence. An existence I cannot have. Why do you