25 May 2012
I'm unravelling slowly you know, Painfully, Only to find that I will soon reach my end.
For I'm like a spool of thread, Useful while you love my color, But once you have worn me out I am put away, Into a box and to never come out to play.
Because I am quite the illusionist so, I always smile and shine bright, But the truth is, I am broken and beginning to vanish, Drifting away into the summer sky.
☣ • Opuss № I