sábado, 9 de junho de 2012

Schizophrenia

The walls are like waves of the sea
Where you can hide
When nobody else sees.

The colors are places
Where you can dream and be warm
For the while when faces
Do not come.

Light is where everything shines.
When the faces starts to come,
While you are asleep
Light can save you from the deep.



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