the sands of time, all covered
with slime
surpassed by swine i stand
on mine
sinksink sink, because i'm
the weak link.
ahead i dream, but inside i
just scream
suffocating, masturbating.
The breeze comes by, and i
look up at the sky..
before i die, just one more
lie..
for which i dare not to untie
My her from Her her from She
that meets the Eye
(since my fantasy is sly/the
limit is the sky
when it's been so long since..
why.. why.. why..
)time is just mange / the road
doesn't change;
and all of the forks are all
out of range
so here i stay, where soon
i will lay
..if i can't have it my way
then a sacrifice fate will
pay
to mend my impromptu Away.
but no, not now. No,
i don't know how.
plus, with some short-lived
air on my brow
i dream of thou
..from whom all i really wanted
was a big hug and a little
understanding
..but no, I knew not how.
//to that mystery girl that
exists somewhere between fantasy and reality
//(and the former just won't
leave me alone.)
Back
to my other smelly garbage.