PersistantIntro
It is the time to get up
It is the time to rise
It is the to make a move.
Welcome to a new chapter,
That lacks a night's sleep,
Surrounded by the darkest thought.
If giving much is pain,
Then this really hurts

Here i sit all alone,
Trying to compile what i should have known.
I put so much into this,
But i am falling heavy.
I am not a writer,
I do not contain that gift in my veins,
But i hold reality,
And give it to the world,
Because when i began this thing,
I became persistent.

Welcome to another episodes of shallow brains,
I think behind the rope,
You want an honest answer?
Well,I've been giving much.
What am facing is the arthritic pain,
Severed by the dark thoughts ,
It aches my heart,
It breaks my nerves,
Pain holds me hostage,
I think all over again,
But am locked in a dark world,
A world where nobody cares anymore.
We come with tears,
self-imprisoned,
Visualizing the attention am offering,
Analyzing the attention am getting,
It doesn't make sense,
I better quit,
Least that's what can do.

The human connection is deteriorating,
Being substituted for secrecy and personal persons,
Devoid of understanding,
I come to a halt.
I am undergoing a wave of dark thoughts,
None seems visible,
My emotions are dark,
The spirit of attention is slowly vanishing,
Well,what do you do?
What do you do when the world gnaws at you?
What do you do when you have replaced yourself?
What about the world that cares no more?
The sun rises and sets daily,
But my days are at a standstill,
I am locked in by the dark thoughts