joi, 27 decembrie 2012


Hunger flavoured cigarettes
Lightening the dark
Snowy purple hazed sunsets
It's all coming back

happening so fast that I can't tell
if dust smells like cold
or cold smells like dust
In peace we trust but when it passed
In hell we rust
-unless we're gold -
but i've been told
we're never too young, neither too old

for eyelids to darken
And senses to sharpen
-They say It's all
but a repetitive cycle
Cause souls persist but lives recycle

So plug your ears
shut your mouth
Get prepared for the fall
Close your eyes
to see it all
take the pride
enjoy the ride

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