It's dark,
Black, pitch dark,
They speak with no visual ever seen,
The mock like the world have been at peace,
They are wrong,
Entirely wrong,
It is a hell, I'd never love living in,
Why?
They are a hassle,
Mine full of shit,
They summone a lie,
Breaking up my soul,
Up to my conscience,
One have never told.
by S.
07 February 2015 | 02:00
It's dark,
Black, pitch dark,
They speak with no visual ever seen,
The mock like the world have been at peace,
They are wrong,
Entirely wrong,
It is a hell, I'd never love living in,
Why?
They are a hassle,
Mine full of shit,
They summone a lie,
Breaking up my soul,
Up to my conscience,
One have never told.
by S.
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S. 1995. In love with darkness of the world for some thought otherwise, she have her own mind. May you encounter more of her, of the good and bad imaginations she have. All that will be written won't always be the truth. She speaks the thoughts that kept on playing in her mind and the words of the damn she heard. She do not appreciate plagiarism in any way. Used of any content of this blog without permission is strictly prohibited.
