13 June 2012
It's just as is,
When I believe a bit...
And I wait till stimulus turns me numb.
All along the way, he listens to th solitary drop of that breadcrumb.
His right eye burns once ever 5 seconds
and is born anew again.
With such pain he overlooks and tries
to bend over and look for more of the path.
Cherry blossom tree he sees everyday
in those magical windows of his inner boy.
But never really witnessed it,
Or ever never has.
A video clip replays as the prophet of then and today
replays every 5 seconds hope is again remade.
Such thoughts of hopelessness are denied from intimacy,
only bravery! And those timid thoughts of love, savoury.
He isn't me nor me him,
But he is who I want to be.
Dark eyes , one eyed still maybe I wouldn't care,
half blindness being the skill of ballad's tell.
Doing what must be done,
Driven by naught, not even Death's Fate,
no one can bring him down
except him, preserving Fate's Death.
It will never end , all these trimultuous triads in my head oh when
will the begin the road and forget the end
it is not ! but turn and bend so send that sign before 10pm
or you can cower
in your omnipresent den.
5 Lively Seconds • Opuss № I