Lonely
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Walking Corpse
Sometimes I feel that I am a living dead I walk with my corpse because the wind behind thinks I am alive and I act likewise… Far there unknown somewhere is my graveyard where I buried myself long ago Now the place deserted though, is too dear Me, my loneliness and my tear the ruins Continue reading
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The dark and the bright
The dark… It stands alone there Some where inside Doors are closed Windows shut tight A dark cocoon of trees Just to hide Light’s forbidden to enter Darkness surrounds all sides The same Unchanged moment every day It’s the same Motionless night Sanity crushed to pieces Happiness absorbed by pride Living like a dead there Continue reading
About Me
My spirits vibrant rainbows
My thoughts flowing water
My Dreams dormant but erupting volcanoes
Me, I don’t know any more
I change and I grow..
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