More pieces
September 15th 2009 03:38
Pointless marks
and pen scars
work to cover misery
a never ending job.
Skeleton cries,
it's always, somehow,
a joke.
The death of Love
and all Life
the constant battle
pandied on every stage
all stars burn,
fire in fire
the disorientation
moves to the hands -
memory strikes,
whatever shall I do now?
and pen scars
work to cover misery
a never ending job.
***************************** ****************************
Skeleton cries,
it's always, somehow,
a joke.
The death of Love
and all Life
the constant battle
pandied on every stage
***************************** ************************
all stars burn,
fire in fire
the disorientation
moves to the hands -
memory strikes,
whatever shall I do now?
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