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By Blessed23 Date: 2013 May 15 Comment on this Work [[2013.05.15.03.39.26106]] |
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When will these secrets make their way out of your pale skin of diamonds when will the dogs of the night be understood by the madman we call Sanity we are a candle in the night gripping little shards of time (they choose to dance every now and then, and maybe, just maybe, it's just for us every now and then) letting the hours pass; driven away by the ineluctable desire that dresses our interactions with red paint to be pounded incessantly by the sun it's all just a reason a desire to drown a march towards March a transition to the unknown where things make sense just a little bit more than they do here with you Without obsessions with no secrets things get blurrier and I feel as though I am losing focus while vagueness and ambiguity smile once again So what are we what am I and is this all an obstinate bit of grace and joy just waiting to decay? the wax crawls towards the floor a misshapen sign of chaos and a premonition of what 's to come (just some gravity and glass) you know me though you know my way But you don't know me you don't know my way We are burning and I don't know how |