miércoles, 14 de julio de 2010

And yet...

The vacuum craves for someone to erase it
The fighter wont let anyone come close
Your image doesn't help cause it means nothing
Your memory is as tasteless as before
It's stopped surprising me
not feeling
It stopped just before the lamplight turned red
I close my eyes and wish for simply... something!
but then i quit the fight and go to bed...

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