Scorpion flower, token of death... Curse the day, hail the night... Flower grown in the wild...
Sunday, April 24, 2011
...(no)way(t)
Waiting for nowhere
lost somewhere
in time
losing my hope
no more shinning eyes
no more cold tears
no more loving ears
no more weak fears
only one word
to disappear
Caught myself
alone
in a dark room
fullfilled with foam
floating and hiding
enthroned yourself
i'll be here
with doors closed
chains in doors
chains in windows
chains in my thoughts
chains above everything i see
Found myself
and disappear from nowhere's land
giving up life
this time...
I lost the fight.
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