20 November 2012
Smoke twirls Eyes open Mint crisp lips from which soft tones are spoken
Gazing upon such exquisite life. Taking a second though time ticks by. Deep thoughts bubble over as this mind ponders troublesome Bottom stirs from a gentle hum
Fear is a haunting everlasting scent. Around which so many men's minds are bent Myself also stuck in this array Blasting and blurring my thoughts easily fade away. Twisted intentions found inside the foundation . Unbeliever is my chosen name and knowingly brazen. Broken reworked synapses Token persona collapses
Smoke And Mirrors • Opuss № I