duminică, 28 noiembrie 2010

Paths


I am stepping in a world based on the fear of warnings and unknown, a world spoted by selfishness and blind by the fashion of the other ones havings. I look around and i see only disaster and dominating ilusion. I look at all those things and a shiny liquid spot appear on my cheek, revigorating it. If to be human means all of those evil marks than I prefer to not be human anymore, the angelic path is more stabile and worthfull than the one I stepped before.
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luni, 22 noiembrie 2010


I`m a brokan heart, lied down on the floor, divided into pieces
I`m a winged lover with his wings broken, falling from the sky, from flight of the love
I`m lost in life, searching for my missing footsteps
I`m ascended in mypain, crying deep inside of me in vain...
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