Pictures frolic like wild horses
Painting portraits in the distance
of human touch and raining luck
I came across a satellite,
Abondoned from telecom
and burned to pieces
The atmosphere shaped the light
blinding circumstances
Causing jewels of denial
I’m on my way to lonely death
The way the noose and
Juice call for acceptance
For not long this craving
Is waiting to escape
These thoughts traverse circles
Of wild red woods admitting their age
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
Pictures frolic like wild horses
Painting portraits in the distance
of human touch and raining luck
I came across a satellite,
Abondoned from telecom
and burned to pieces
The atmosphere shaped the light
blinding circumstances
Causing jewels of denial
I’m on my way to lonely death
The way the noose and
Juice call for acceptance
For not long this craving
Is waiting to escape
These thoughts traverse circles
Of wild red woods admitting their age
How do I overcome
