in the dead of night..As the dead night started to sink behind the sad hill, in front of his porch, there he was drowning into his thoughts; a panoramic view with eyes wide open miles away from the creeks of a peaceful river. He rolled up a cigarette from a cheap-tobacco pack which was sitting in his desk over two years, the smoke drew hazes through the thin air, with flairs of simmered tobacco, flew into it like fireflies. The most beautiful flowers in his gardens threw this breezy smell as if they were diving into moss of an ideal- yet a real world. A simple and a happy man, yet not everything has turned out quite as he planned. The look on his eyes ache you to
Apocalypse - Written on: Saturday, July 18, 2009 at 3:21amWoke up in the middle of the streetOn a sidewalk, on my bare feet.Blurred by all the lights of chaseFlattered and tangled upside down in a dark haze.Inside, it's all out of the blue. . .Outside, I can't find a clue.A drop of rain, hits the sidewalk.. .An old woman smiling, besides a screaming folk.An old man is drowning down deep to his sins.His mistress, has gone - enough with him,Now she spins. . .The buildings are crackin' down,The frontier has left the town..People, starring down their feet...The sun is burning, yet - no one could feel the heat.Their shadows,
STEERDRIVEI tried to see what's wrong with my heartand take the wheel and steer too farBut, I feel like I'm lost in spacelike an old-man, who lost his grace The lies and the truth, they collideInside my head, they turn to riseneath the color(s) of my skin, they start to rhymerushing through my veins, up to my spineBut, if I'm wrong, could you send me to r
AnthemsAnthems of the broken heart,Trembling the pieces as they fall apart Anthems of the broken mirrors,Outdrew your face, stroke your feathersWhen a child's smile could make your dayWhile a tear of hers, would take it awayAnthems of your saddened disguiseTear up your heart in it's shy'sAnthems of your silenced voice Take down your breath in it's sweet rejoiceWhile you're still waiting for her to set you freeOn the riverside, you hear her crying melancholy While she's whining a sonnet on her kneesTowards salvation, your grace and her peace.Anthems of my drained thoughtsSipping the memories of my broken roadsAnthems o
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