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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Angst (Ashen Dreams)
[time] => 2002-11-12 15:00:00
[hometext] => This song goes hand in hand with the first song I submitted here called "Gave All My Nothing". There is something to remember, that the want to be complete and fulfilled is real, but to fill that void with dreams of what is temporary will only result in a rude awakening.
[bodytext] => we dream, hoping for those dreams to come true
every night we fabricate something new yet we dream alone, making reality die what we dream, is making the worst of our lives biting our lips, clenching our blankets we know needless to say, we must wake up tomorrow hoping for, our perfect dreams to be real every night bares the weight, of the dreams we steal do dreams keep us alive by the moment? we thought we lived by the moment... but now we die by the moment and when all dreams become ash, there will only remain our make-believe past illusion, it's the pill, the drug that kills no matter what you do, is the goal half fulfilled? what if we were one day all cured of this addiction a life with a reason is one of nonfiction trust when you hear the rule: there is no half empty, there is no half full when it comes down to living life, it's either fulfilled, or unsatisfied -what's the point of being, without being complete is there reason to run, if the race can't be won what's the point of climbing, if there's no top to reach Is there point in chasing a half valid cause?! do dreams keep us alive by the moment? we thought we lived by the moment... but now we die by the moment and when all dreams become ash, there will only remain our make-believe past You can't dream your way out of this half complete self waiting for something new These fantasies hurt, and this anxiety kills so useless without the truth Living in tomorrow makes us dead today Stop the dream dead, 'cause we dream alone again [comments] => 6 [counter] => 312 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Written2bRead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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