In the desire of surreality
The sentences are written in blood
Breath is vaporized to burden
And lusts come to a painfull reality
There is no need to understand
When you never understood to all
In the broken glass of truth
Shards of lies come to surface
The book written in a language
Which is not to be described
Where every word made, broken
Morphed to be a whole
I ask thee, beg thee to disapear
Because the mirror of ye eyes
Will explode in shards and pieces
To melt and burn in holy fire
| Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2004 | ||
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