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Mark Rubilla May 2010
Walking in the pitch black road
Anyting in the way were no light
I easily bump into both side
And didnt notice that there is a sharp object

There was love inside, gribbing for air
But bcoz of deep darkness the essence was gone
Everything was lost and wreck
All eyes were blindfolded

The shape of the normal heart
Was all the different and difficult
To comprehence and seems confusing
Where do i find the haven in this place?

Inside this gyrated ambition and hopes
Its really impossible for me to escape
They were wearing mask and camouflage
In fact, inwardly they were greed and pride

So search me in this room of sadness
Direct my senses to draw me to exit door
Everything in the dark has seen by You
Whether into a cave or in the deep somewhere
September  Sep 2014
backpain
September Sep 2014
i want *** with love
but last night we ******
and i felt nothing—except for
the hardwood floors
i am two sides of the same penny and i am rolling down the street
Iron stares
Iron glares
Computer screens

Freedom
Clarity
Cannot leave my numbers

Backpain
Weakling
Computer screen

Culture
Colours
Cannot leave my numbers

Travel
Happiness
Computer screen

Never happy
Don't believe
Didn't leave my numbers
Okay. So. Kinda an exaggeration of our modern society. Are we really happy? Do we really need all of these numbers? Do they make us happy?

— The End —