She received a gift of prophecy
Which she kept locked deep inside her soul
Begging for her honesty
Her mind soon lost control
Her breath turned to ashes
Her heart reshaped veins
Red blood sank into darkness
A naked body in flames
Lonely old clock
Speeded up time
When her breathing stopped
Her world turned sublime
A gift of prophecy
Entails experience
Life overwhelmed with quality
Shining in its brilliance
One cannot control time
For time is in control
Lost time is never found again
Not even in the deepest holes of our soul
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
She received a gift of prophecy
Which she kept locked deep inside her soul
Begging for her honesty
Her mind soon lost control
Her breath turned to ashes
Her heart reshaped veins
Red blood sank into darkness
A naked body in flames
Lonely old clock
Speeded up time
When her breathing stopped
Her world turned sublime
A gift of prophecy
Entails experience
Life overwhelmed with quality
Shining in its brilliance
One cannot control time
For time is in control
Lost time is never found again
Not even in the deepest holes of our soul
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