sâmbătă, 29 ianuarie 2011

A few left..

This main affliction cries in vain,
Leave thoughts complain in contradiction ,
And through the laughs of my addiction..
Same kisses hunt this troubled brain...

Theyr flame goes blunt in its prediction
I walk that path and drag that chain,
With no white flag, this reign of pain
Will never slain me in conviction.

Refuse to be humane in fact...
And will not beg you for some light,
Wont cry this soul for your delight,
And will not change my ways to act..

Just drain my spirit in remission..
Attract same same poisons that just might
Contain ambition..and ur quite..
The lovers empty dreams magician..

 


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