Monday, August 12, 2013

Corroded Soul

Nicotine makes me ill...
Quite frankly life does too
The fever world decay...
Dissatisfaction 
All my addictions 
A s s o c i a t e  
With you...

That one lost vision of hope
Of beauty behind stormy eyes 
Dissolve the pill under my tongue
Repress, illuminate
Corroded soul... 
To feel something

Maybe inhuman, maybe strong...
Now I'm reborn 

God, this doesn't bother me anymore.

And then tomorrow... dead again for all to love.
Love no more. 

To feel something

Maybe inhuman, maybe strong...
Now so cold...

Wind blow through me...

That one lost vision of hope.

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