"substitude" poems
don't open the door
it leads nowhere
you'll end in a hole
with nobody there
you will be suprised
by void everywhere
you'll substitude god
and stay though a slave
don't open the door
there life is a death
there you is a bait
of sole nothingness.
and you'll never back
and you'll realise
our world never were
some more than a lie.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC