Why do I hear these noises, why I don't just ignore them?
I hear these voices, and I want it to stop. Stop the noise.
Noise...hummm
this which is nothing but the truth.
Why do I fear so much the truth?
People, usually my friends, often tell me the truth, most times I know it, but even so it hurts sometimes. I can't explain why, I just know the way some people tend to tell the truth is mostly hurtful.
I exist now only for a job that is no longer required. I am but a memory of what was once great, once needed. My purpose, my life, my fight now ends lost in time, because of lack of objectives, I now just roam...
I roam driven by anger,
My anger filled by my deception,
My deception powered by love,
Love replenished by time.
So in the end, in time being, I will keep on going, walking a road no one uses.
I have no purpose.
I am not of help.
I am a memory.
To be lost in time.
I bid farewell.
I shall leave to a place where time transends space. Where there is a tree so old, that no one remebers before her. So tall that no one could climb to the top. With so many leaves that I would give shadow to a whole town. But most importantly, in a place so quiet that even my thoughts would be silent. So then I can rest, under a Tree, at the top of a Hill, feeling the Wind, and away from life.
~ Maelstron, the Limit Breaker ~