segunda-feira, 21 de julho de 2014


The soul began its eternal path.
As I walk into the empty room
That is my heart, I see the center
That's full of roses in it.

A lifeless man lies there
And his bloody corpse
Fill the the entire floor in red.

I couldn't stand one minute
Alone with the dark roses
fading to the dripping blood;
So I ran outside.

Standing in the narrow way
was another man, blocking me:
not letting me get away.

As I look upon his face,
I came to recon myself.
There I was, living in the death.
Trying hopelessly to fight
that one figure who for once
stood firmly.

Then there was
blood in my face.

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