About Writings In The Dark

Expressing yourself can always be a puzzling task, specially when well kept secrects have the tendency to see day light, your hand is no longer yours, its true master are the most desperated thoughts your mind can hold, so what other choice do I have but to allow my hands to write in dark? This is a different kind of reading, enjoy!

jueves, 11 de marzo de 2010

Desperate Song

Desperate Song

(really old one)

Chrystal clear
Chrystal shades
Loveless glass, see-through no more my heart has become.

Tainted wisdom
Revealed vision
Revealed pattern
It’s just another ladder
Climb it must I
For reason I’m  keen to find.

These proses mean nothing
Just rhymes lacking true spirit.
A black hole has chosen me.
A super massive black hole has captured me.
My spirit has blackened, now I’m just words.
Words
Words
Words
Words.  restlessly searching their true master.
Twirling around on a lifeless corner of the universe my love is . So very far away from me.

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