Hail to the thief
He knows no bounds
Hail to the king
He has no bounds
Can you see the knot that binds the two?
Hail to the mister
He is a miser
Hail to the mistress
She is a collector
Can you see the knot that blinds them?
Hail to the heart
It changes with the season
Hail to the soul
It knows what will last
Can you hear them pleading?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Inquisitions
Breathing in our thoughts
Limbs are intertwining
Exchanging our youths
Heat consuming our flesh
Heartbeats rhythmically align
Serpents unleashing within
Surroundings are distorting
Breathing is the only sound
Living now has a meaning.
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