Falling stars cutting the darkness and entering into a whispy night of dreams and mysteries shining through eyelids demanding peace ,yet only funding trouble from the deep dark soul that profits from money of a tormented plight.
Feeling awake while asleep, numb while conscious
I wonder where is my place,
Where is the emotion in anothers face,
Are they for me or against me,
I feel like they are destroying me.
Sweet dictatorship with misery I blend
The sounds of my memories momantarily gush through me and unlock all the reserved energy of goodness, I am blinded by the viscious passion that soars in me as poison and beauty become one. As perfume and rubbish devour each others defintions and Hell and Heaven are stirred into the complexity of identical apparitions.
Painted black with white paint.
Complex rythms raining on my soul
the waters of my dreams soak me as I fall
Deep down somewhere in the drains collecting my identity
I'm broken into pieces to fit into different pipes of mystery
Each part of me alone, wondering where is the good end that I can reach
In the pitch black hole of the night
As taxis and trafiic lights fight
and the rains of light pool onto streets that are stalling memories and time
Love seeps with intensity in my mind
But the urge to escape from this backstreet defined
I Don't forget that I am undermined
By a mind that wants to find
Something that is ugly but kind
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