Kiss the Stars Goodnight, Goodnight- By: the damned

I reeled back the time laps in my mind
And discovered things so undivine
With unrelenting agony
History replays in my mind continuosly
And the events that were so great
Are short and quickly dissapate
But hard times
The shitty times
And the whole fucked up mess
Lingers on with no relent
So I stared into the sky
For hours without plight
Until my mind no longer funtioned on a normal level
I was hypnotised by the devil
After the sun set and the sky was dark
The imorptance of this world missed it's mark
I laughed unto the moon
I screamed at the stars
My mind, this embodiment
Was the hardest part
For what I am I can not always rely
That is until my demise
There was my blood dripping to the floor
Upon the floor there was a long silver knife
On the handle was a word that meant nothing to me
I took it as my name
And learned from what I was shown

My computer has been, dug out of the dirt, placed back together, given new skin and resurrected. So this is back online...

What is it that seperates me from the rest of the outside world?
It it even concievable?
It seems that I can look, and others can look for me
But it will never be found
Maybe things are supposed to be this way for me...