Friday, February 3, 2012

Abundant mists

Abundant mists

The day turning into fog fed
Life does not allow solution
And when you have given me new dreams exposes
Those false illusions no longer you understand
When they see viciously, crude letters
Killings from flames and volcanoes
Is still thinking in expressions
From the pleasures most atrocious thou fed,
Torturing when you step towards
Can believe in another moment
And taking so much misery in your hands,
The picture was more nefarious painted
Demons from fires and horrors
Where previously thought was flowers.

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