Les écrits de Dx6

I'm falling apart in a world of dreams, the hope as the knife who betrayed your soul. We want to stand in this anarchy and to rise ourselves to be able to walk along the dawn's road, always hoping for spring's may, little crazy lovers and those who will stay forever. You just want to love her, a freedom that you can't afford, no arms wrap around her, and you can't offer yours'. A justice for no one, and so a philosophy to kill your dreams. No simplicity with those fakes, love is misunderstood and shiny faces blow your mind. That's called hope, when the world fell in the sorrows from suburbia, you stand alone, and your beloved, watching her falling, and no arm to help her, to wrap her, against you, forever. We can't pretend to deserve a better destiny, that the second chance would come to sooth our will, that's why hope is the knife, who let us fall apart, destroying logic in this insane dream world. We all take the chance to believe you would come around again, but regulations maintain madness in the cursed modern world. I bear the flags of mental anarchy and love absolution. Every soul is kept in its comfy bed. while lovers fight for their hope to erase those dreams. Irony and lies, that's what I'm becoming, unless those hoped dreams fall away like everything, every single thought of me loving you. We all want it back, no more soothing, it's just a question of loving and living, but I don't find the differences, and so why the two, the words, are so the same, so identical. I can't rely, I'm a dying atheist, the heavens fell, and so did my mind long ago. As music plays, I may find in your soul a bit of truth, the one that tells I'm an unforgiven, but the same one that tells your dream, as hope regained energy on a such desperate moment. The depression's paroxysm stops growing and the mirror reveals the downsides as being high in the clouds. My victimized mind becomes the hero, yet unready to accept evidence and truth. In all honesty, brains only brought chaos across the universe, those useless despicable spirits, I must let the heart speak, and so words can be released. Unlike pityful fools who are stuck in this world, I was able to leave it to live in the real illogical world of dreams. We took our promises, we meant to be a lover to each other, it signified forever. Flying angels singing love songs, it's no importance when I see your eyes, those sweet tender spheres, so scary and yet so perfect on its joy. Consuming fire of passion and bed of roses, I would kill myself to live, such ironic love, accelerating hope to the supersonic speed and depressing the mind to the ground, burried far away. The anarchy flag is still flaping high in the star's sky, difference is, the clouds keep it more far than it seems. They say it could never last forever, but they haven't tasted what true feelings are. On the other hand, every soul gets truth one day or another, even the worst ones, those messy self-called perfect to everyone. The flow of time stopped again, crushed for the nth time this beautiful dreamed world. Always falling, always hoping, a never ending story. The reasons are all the same, my spirit reflected in this river, forever ice-solid. The cloudy dreams sank deep in the sea, the sand turns purple and madness takes place. Everywhere, screamings, beggings and complains, I've been aimed straight on the sweet heart, but no one's going to save me. There will no longer be joyful revelations, forgive my actions and me thoughts, atheism needs to burn and, from such a point, I need to turn around, not to a second chance, but to a second base, the labour of a new mind and a need to change every single little feeling. I must bear in another dimension, get born the new dreamer's world. The eyes must get cleared, they're sinking in the sorrow water, new visions must be seen, they're worth the world's gold. And so, on this darkest hourm the doors of life opened again, after all the beggings, the flow of dreams had broke the barrier of logic, we all stood forth and strong in front of this new waterfall. New hands were took, romantics were free to live, no more romanticide, freedom rose in our thoughts. Looking high, the bright sky, this liberty infinitely brought with hope along its road. The flowers already grown with this perfect feeling, eyes were more than crossed as despair faded, the birth of a new tree who will reach everyone's thoughts. Anarchy flew away, ran away the injustice, we're breathing tonight, Sweet crazy lovers' salutations, silly hoping crushes' begginings, up to insane dark light logic's departure. Standing alone, standing in the rain, they were taken to us, soothed like never before. Each time I hear your name, I see your face, every touch and every thought, you rule my mind in a perfect democraty, you are my heart's vote. Singing birds, dancing flowers and soothing waters, forever, that's my world of dreams.
Forever, a dreaming world....
Ever...