Sunday, April 15, 2012

Vices

I love my body,

I care for my soul.

A single drop from the stream,

A viper would do me ill.



Light from above,

Blush into the ground.

Thinking for the future,

The heart entales the cue.



Am i trapped or am I dumb?

To stay or to escape?

Cry beneath the sky,

to bury myself alive.

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