Thursday, June 4, 2009

• Weakness is torn apart

Sounds of life are fading out
from your secret desires,
while endless cries flows out
from those holes without eyes

Falling on your knees
begging for light but cannot see
crying alone, facing the night
until the sun rises up

Every step you take
is nothing but a mistake
there's nothing you can do
all doors leads you astray

There's no answers to find
even questions to ask
you are the slave
of your own mistakes

The seed you reaped
had always been rotten
your speech has gone too far
your words are dust
and so you are

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