Pantomime7
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2004
- Messages
- 291
To find love
Is to find pain
There is no happiness
Without heartache
There is no solace
Without Hell.
Day in and Day out
We struggle to find ourselves
Yet not through our eyes
But through the eyes of others.
We consume the papers; the tabloids
And through doubt,
We slowly destroy ourselves.
To find love in a magazine,
In those that care only for the product,
Is to give in to the machine itself.
To find love in the world,
In conformity and reason,
Is to fall under our unholy cross.
Forget the past; the future
Forget the tales of love
Told by caring mothers
And hopeful fathers.
Forget the fading pictures
And the soundless movies.
Remember only your feelings
For without heartache, there is no happiness
For without Hell, there is no solace
And without yourself, without your heart,
There is no love.
Is to find pain
There is no happiness
Without heartache
There is no solace
Without Hell.
Day in and Day out
We struggle to find ourselves
Yet not through our eyes
But through the eyes of others.
We consume the papers; the tabloids
And through doubt,
We slowly destroy ourselves.
To find love in a magazine,
In those that care only for the product,
Is to give in to the machine itself.
To find love in the world,
In conformity and reason,
Is to fall under our unholy cross.
Forget the past; the future
Forget the tales of love
Told by caring mothers
And hopeful fathers.
Forget the fading pictures
And the soundless movies.
Remember only your feelings
For without heartache, there is no happiness
For without Hell, there is no solace
And without yourself, without your heart,
There is no love.
