My feet are scratching beneath the earth.
The pain and illusion,
Don't laugh at me,
Just life and death fusion.
We go up in the white lights,
Your fragile bones,
And come back at me with sun in your eyes.
Your body I must own.
So walk to the beach,
Where the fantasy live
Confess your secrets,
Let your mind give.
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Eighteen. Macabre & Romance
Ghost dancing the incubus of our lives, I contemplate life's total sum, and I try To conclude it is equal to one, Or Five: You. I. The children.
What if -all you ever knew were lies... What if, right now, heaven capsize... Would heaven then be hell -would all good souls reside there dwell.
A candle lonely in the night, speaks out to the stars above, in gushes of burning delight, of a spirit that she once knew, that now roams free above the Earth, that perhaps they've neighbored or come...
I have strayed into the chaos of your dimension. Corrupted by your words of temptation. O puss, what have you done to me. Spoilt me an assortment, Of ballads & allegory.
Something inside reminds you to forget Everything which you do not know about yet Hard work building societies graves Ploughing fields in memories brave A man once fell from a blow to his...
Lifeβs unforgiving emerald eye Its stare weighs upon my open heart The forbidden touch of an angel A crime for which I shall never be pardoned It is the blood helplessly racing through my narrow...
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