Fractured... like an old dingy bone...like those stupid memorabilia you have collecting dust... an echoe of million voices in mute... the caress of an slavery whip... Woosh!.. be good, I said!... but love didn't cure my flu... and a last minute attention wasn't enough for a heart already dead... but still i found myself trying to find your ghost in my painful world of shadows... no cast can mend this shattered pieces of the nothing I am... absurd to think I was in love with sadness and some sweet lying eyes... is a mistake to think I wanted all... heaven ain't that sweet of an idea for a souless soul... but I wanted a feather... just that soft loving feather... just one... and then I could go to hell... Im fractured, I said... nothing less... and soon I'll be laid to rest...
Jan. 14, 2013
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