mort mot juste

janeiro 18, 2009

R&M

M: numbness, desires asleep, awaken... im a pile of lies
R: the untold can touch even a dead man
R: how could secrets lies or fears be any different to the ones who are always dead or alive
M: i cant decide whether i know what i feel or i prefer to pretend i dont
M: i play board games with life and let my vile dreams win
R: don't let her get the queen
M: the queen was i before i fell
M: now it's just an unwoven flower pinned to squares
R: some call it a crown
M: some think it has some value
M: but i know once it falls it's as heavy as a pebble
M: i watch from the last white square in the corner and i give up little by little
M: getting lighter and dying as all is the same
i believe nothing yet i want everything
all that's wrong and unreal
theres much sin in my words if you pay enough attention
M: i'm leaving
R: checkmate
M: i die
M has just signed off.





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m-> http://mellonspirals.blogspot.com
r-> http://deadflagwhite.blogspot.com

maria 4:06 AM 4 vociferando estavam



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