November 22, 2014

The Sun


If only people come with price tags
If only love truly conquers all
Ah the perfect life...

All smiles are sincere.
I have own no life
She is merely my clone.

Lying is my gift
Deceit fills my wine
Joker in the one true King.

Running, Flying, and Vanishing
bury the ghost in my mind
to the ends of the world, a cure I might find
Don't stop me till I arrive
I need to bury them dead to strive.
Maybe the sun?

A new life, a new identiy, a new set of lips.
Yes maybe the sun
Saturday, July 28, 2012


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