Sunday, September 16, 2012



Takes care of the pain my meager mind
And both sailing in filthy water,
Luck in the void deepens
Erratic and satanic behold the empirical
Way I do in tone ethyl
And vacant by the hordes most fearsome,
The dreams if I had; essential
Famished figure, a so idyllic
I cannot ignore this chimera
For her to absorb every breath,
In this as in abyss shoot me now
Only loneliness still waiting
Who had wanted some peace,
And only a shroud meets...


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