There´s no fate
11/4/09
Except the one we make.
And i am making mine. Sometimes running, sometimes walking. Sometimes writing sometimes talking.
And sometimes... just waiting.
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Scream silence - My eyes
nous on broken wings
blown away
blends in other thougths to
evergrey
grows an enforced frown
in teardrops while
i forgot
the language to survive
my eyes
are duller and strained than before
no delight, in my eyes
all i tried
like flowing sand in my hand
unrecognized by my withered eyes
hopes in blisters cause
a cold embrace
and blench in front of my
invalid haze
in tears i´m bearing
my disguise
the sea of craving
lies so quiet
i'm gonna miss that purple cloth :/
R.I.P