Tuesday, November 16, 2010


There is nothing sweeter than unleavened thoughts

Impure horribly honest - innocent as a newborn devil

While it is in dream state, it cannot be reached by any untamed eyes and ears

Underground the evils of the world are swallowed whole, diamonds, gold, other precious memories rendered untrue

But the tender roots of discord fail to hold her down, my sweet love

For she crashes through the concrete of the mind, superhuman fist
Showing everyone who we really are

No comments:

Post a Comment