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"it was night
the owl moaned
the river crossed
the silence spoke
so harsh bright
my heart emptied in delight
distant sounds
broken flesh
torn bones
recent wounds
moonlight sky
singing tones
in mesmerising 'ni'
deny my soul
forever eclipsed
a moment lost
a slightest dare
what there is else to snare?
nothing but a hole
torment in a gap
brain waves serial kill
my own insides in a trap
none to fulfill
for I no long sit
but still lies
soft spoken words
none to be true
thousand folded eyes
none perfect to
make is not born
a hole is but a hole
empty...
grow...
blind, see
die
it is I
why?
a perfect soul
a perfect mind
a perfect lie..."
V
"it was night
the owl moaned
the river crossed
the silence spoke
so harsh bright
my heart emptied in delight
distant sounds
broken flesh
torn bones
recent wounds
moonlight sky
singing tones
in mesmerising 'ni'
deny my soul
forever eclipsed
a moment lost
a slightest dare
what there is else to snare?
nothing but a hole
torment in a gap
brain waves serial kill
my own insides in a trap
none to fulfill
for I no long sit
but still lies
soft spoken words
none to be true
thousand folded eyes
none perfect to
make is not born
a hole is but a hole
empty...
grow...
blind, see
die
it is I
why?
a perfect soul
a perfect mind
a perfect lie..."
V
posted by Miss Vesper at 8:03 PM
2 Comments:
Basta ser perfeito para ser uma mentira..... flawed is much closer to the truth. Always suspect something that looks too perfect, too well balanced and adjusted. Perfect is a heart, an organ of fire, a beating fist covered with blood, everything else can be a lie. Everybody lies ;)
"never to be balanced
never to stay put
never too well adjust
never to be perfect
always to crash
always to burn
always to imperfectly fit
always torn
always unstable
never a lie in heart
always a truth worn
but when speak is in demand
nothing is stand
but a lie in return..."
CT
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