Friday, February 3, 2012

Fatigue

Fatigue

Fatigue going stealing my legs
And something tries to escape but I can not
And when some still punishment endorsement,
The pain may be more eternal,
Not having in my hands single flashlights
How much of this anything it is always ours,
And so in this winding I was removed
Turning to the rough days of caves,
Dire scenes, mists, vile light,
And the more dreaded step I follow,
The time condemning to homeless
And on it molding my devils,
Satanic moment in terrible death,
Nobody will listen to the voice of dreams...

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