|
the paint is melting off the walls
the screaming is heard down the halls
we can feast on the meaning
we will spit bones then til not chew
you were the truth
saving the light
cant be ignorant
stop the obliviouse
trying to come home safly
vigorously, life
well pay the price
were fighting
were lying
find me
hidden in the pool of mercy
the black rain will sufficate
the gentle reed
take this, freedom is of a neglect
irashinal, complications
murder the unborn surfface
i never look back
flashing the posibilitys...
"The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere."
-Michel de Montaigne
 hazelfrost · Wed May 14, 2008 @ 07:23am · 0 Comments |
