...Black clouds
overcast
silhoutte of the Sun
there will be no
meadows to sing
no flowers bloom, no
butterflies to strap its wings
A bullet ride to
insanity
and it gets worse
in the morning
Squeeze the bottle
there may be a few drops
left
It's a shame...
we only have one road to
bore us
Though
the field is more appealing
and perhaps we
have a chance to wish for
the moonlight not to
fade...
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
...Black clouds
overcast
silhoutte of the Sun
there will be no
meadows to sing
no flowers bloom, no
butterflies to strap its wings
A bullet ride to
insanity
and it gets worse
in the morning
Squeeze the bottle
there may be a few drops
left
It's a shame...
we only have one road to
bore us
Though
the field is more appealing
and perhaps we
have a chance to wish for
the moonlight not to
fade...
Mek
12.31.12
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