Slipping onto my chairMy head running at a 1000oCThe music abstract and liberated,The only one that can understand, can help filter



Carving the loneliness,My heart injected with 1000mg of mistrust,Injected with die-hard desire for perfectionInjected with the little tiny thoughts of someone’s else happy ending



I look out, seeing the swans hint their way closerI feel spilt a thousand ways,No easy route or defined pictureWashed with emotions, full control and no desire to create pain



Weaving and turning aches, avoiding confrontation is near the task of a god Every step, the common sunshine and snake’s poisonEvery time, the mind notes and endures more heat



By Halmat Ferello © 2005

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