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Venomous trail Of an idolised Holy Grail Peaceful ways to ****** The shivers of a happiness, The neverending loneliness, Near a cold wall with deep holes Filled with skies and dampness, Printed signs of ailing mold Signs of peace, signs of hurt. Throw me away... The black rage within, Shower with white paint The old, dusted spirit. A saint With no grace to pray Erase with black ink Twisted words sink and sink... In ordinary blank pages   Long forgotten in time's cages. The mind needs These black needs. A strange place Of silence and waste, Dreams on needles Angst in cradles... Why do they all come to me? Why do I have to see These truths disguised as lies These fairies turn into spies Of my deep thoughts Torture every little crock Of my own self? My mind is tired. I cannot fly anymore. Give me a reason to allure The sparks of a fake moon - Do you feel them too? The whiskers of a new born sun Caressing my hair in an air so dun, I will sleep again, someday... soon.
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Aug 13, 2011
Aug 13, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC
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Venomous trail Of an idolised Holy Grail Peaceful ways to ****** The shivers of a happiness, The neverending loneliness, Near a cold wall with deep holes Filled with skies and dampness, Printed signs of ailing mold Signs of peace, signs of hurt. Throw me away... The black rage within, Shower with white paint The old, dusted spirit. A saint With no grace to pray Erase with black ink Twisted words sink and sink... In ordinary blank pages   Long forgotten in time's cages. The mind needs These black needs. A strange place Of silence and waste, Dreams on needles Angst in cradles... Why do they all come to me? Why do I have to see These truths disguised as lies These fairies turn into spies Of my deep thoughts Torture every little crock Of my own self? My mind is tired. I cannot fly anymore. Give me a reason to allure The sparks of a fake moon - Do you feel them too? The whiskers of a new born sun Caressing my hair in an air so dun, I will sleep again, someday... soon.
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Aug 13, 2011
Aug 13, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC
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