Un otro dia en el paraíso
rainbows overhead,
and the black of my soul
spewed across my own belly.
Must've awoke in light,
for now I am the penetrating darkness.
The spots cannot be washed,
only moved to suit the life.
You were so naked in front of me,
but my unending frustration hindered evermore,
my scarce chance at you.
Sometimes it's difficult to tell what's light,
and what is it shining on?
For neither seems to quell this feeling;
Oh well, perhaps it's on to Waghdas.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Un otro dia en el paraíso
rainbows overhead,
and the black of my soul
spewed across my own belly.
Must've awoke in light,
for now I am the penetrating darkness.
The spots cannot be washed,
only moved to suit the life.
You were so naked in front of me,
but my unending frustration hindered evermore,
my scarce chance at you.
Sometimes it's difficult to tell what's light,
and what is it shining on?
For neither seems to quell this feeling;
Oh well, perhaps it's on to Waghdas.
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