sexta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2012

Flaming Being

In this mental breathing
I think deeply, so dark it frightens the inside
What am I feeling?
Is it my high falling pride?
Kill to thrill, magic to tragic
Fade your soul, discipline your crow
Burning your wings
Flaming breath astonishing the kings
Of ages ago, let me call it opposite things
Swords and bows strike the heart
It's the attack of the smart
Swallowing words of once genius
Living to feel the youth
To love the fool
And to cry in your shoulders
You are no tool
Breach the walls of death
Plant the segments of life
We are dead and alive

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