Friday, November 17, 2006

illiterate relation

Illiterate relation
I wanted to die
On a neat white aisle

I gently lay down
And set a frown

I closed my eyes
And tossed the dice

In front of the altar
I uttered no word
I put my hands on my chest
Looking like a crest
I felt cold
I felt odd

A tear run down my eye
The fear made me exiled

The dawn waits
The morning mourned
The night died
The afternoon passed

I uttered a prayer
That made me shivers
I settled my heart
I made my earth

The wind blew
My mind knew
That I'm about to be free
From my thoughts so weary

I can't catch my breath
That reminds me of death

It's my fate
I'm never a mate
It's my road
Where I grew old

I'm isolated
Terminated


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