13 April 2012
Rain thudumped on the already shattered heart of the window pain but I could'nt help but to tear my eyes away into the blind world which once eye was. Reticule
I was
I spoke but left no more than a stain A stain of love, tranquility and the inability of surrender, remember, remember the days we used to have, Days of joys, of bliss, oh how can you miss The time I looked at you... The time I said... The time we knew... The love was true
It was not.
Bemused by the insecurity,inadiquacy, inadiquateness of time and times hold on me. Young, young I was unable to save myself, you, us, we, how, when, When was the time you knew The time you told yourself I was not good enough for you, yourself, lucheia
Beautiffictious
I drank death itself in a bottle of clear, not poisen or potion but vodka and beer. It hydes me it does. From the sins of my mind, The jekyll within me; concoctions combined
Tick tock
One two, one two, one three four five nine Your number i know, at the back of my mind A subject you were...Are, now, now we are done Done, done we are done till the end, its the end of someone Something, we were, we are, we are?! No. No more The end
The beginning. Its the begining of something to late to be told, i am old and i'm new. Roses are blue. I see with my mind. Remodeled for you, my love, my kind, i am no longer blind. For you, I have changed. For now, I am different.
Spirit Love • Opuss № I