…sounds, is it light that I see,butterflies flying gently over me
Death is now so beautiful to seek
The sheets smell so exotic, from motions of physical devotion
Sun has set away the world of illusion
My hands are empty from cards to gamble,
A dreadful truth I lived, a rock I stood on far away I watched it flow,
What an irony, life is…
A stupid clown colored with red and blue
A colorless star shinning over you…
We live days, years and nights
Trying to find out the meaning of our lives
Some may find it, while others won’t
Our deepest fear and desires
More for lust and not for love
Cause we live by ecstasy
Lazy pastimes of forgotten joy slowly creep out of the mind
As a shroud of darkness blankets my eyes
Welcome to the land of inadequate memories
Slowly the rose waits for autumn to arrive and mutters
To gently take off the beauty it carries leaving it without petals
Harsh it is but true
Describing the lives of me and you…
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