The Bird.

quarta-feira, 4 de abril de 2012

The necklace of nonsense.




Knife in the darkness, cold and deadly but
Nothing around, just empty eyes looking
A porcelain face, doll pale mask like a
Violent storm, dust in the wind singing
Enchanted silent ghosts, sweet little memories
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Of a haunted mind, sugary madness
From my bloody nightmares, rats and rats in my
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Hair and my tea, dancing and dancing they are
Everywhere, I’m alone in the air, don’t let me fall
Asleep, save me from my dreams, I can hear
Rat’s lullaby, dead poet’s voices, telling and telling me
Their dirty acid truth, how couldn’t I see? Honey,
Save me from myself, I’m falling on my ink tears.


2010, aula de Física.

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