quinta-feira, 3 de outubro de 2013

Extension of life.

I don't know what are this forms,
They call it vision I call it storms.
And the buzz in my ears
Could be the sound of thousand fears.
I vomit words so you can hear
The blackness coming...
I can't really know, dear.

Inside the neals of my pain
There is an empty poison
Slipping through my veins.
Same day, reframing the voices
Can't escape from this sins.

Just another piece of flesh
Lost inside itself.
Sick of his own chains
Burning through.

The extension is messing
The extension is reneging.

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