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A Dream's Deadend

I’m dancing on the boardline. Forgotten distances leaving dust behind. A sudden movement turned over the weel a lifetime’s search remains dark and incomplete. Joined lights shining over the sea whole. Hidden slaves, warriors of blood still sole, nailing knifes to open aspects of the skin, creating melodies with a used and broken string. And then, the winter comes. Uninvited and heavy, carrying on a coat of snow and two steps of envy. Just a quiet flash of light, all that I have to say, The truth that overtook me once and then sailed away. And still, that crying of the world scares me a lot! Dream road that I walked across to meet the look I sought. Dreams that I created and through the deadend I cheated, only to be deceived by decisions which melted and then sleeted. I cut in two the words with arrows falling to the center. Exactly. I divided my worlds, yet I was only a renter. The absurd, still approaching. It will be here until I open my eyes. Illusion of darkness, a void in the day I rise. Stood in the middle of the ocean and discovered red. Proceeding from fire and pain, still moving, where I can’t get. Stood in the middle of the road. Dance steps that I can’t hear anymore. The melody to which I can’t let go, left somewhere in the seashore. Countless stars, you look and wait for my eyes! Nature of the earth and of human, we loved you sharing our lies. Until the notice of the dawn, together we tirelessly fought Trying to spin up a circle that we all burned and forgot . You ask me if I’m strong and if I can stand the rest. Without redemption, I am dancing letting the soul off my chest. Subordinated to the submission of a life’s trade Eternally fascinated by you, untouchable escape!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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