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Tuesday, February 20, 2007 @ 12:32 AM

what's the point of all the fun

when it's all a one man show?

when the city sleeps,

the mind awakens.

and when the skies are lit

and colours are seen pefectly well,

the lids shut tight

and spirals the body into a spell.

this is all so wrong a cycle,

that it should never exist.

the bolts and chains that bind,

are rusty and bent and worn.

so easily to be broken,

but so firmly screwed into place.

of all the might and magic that the hero can summon,

there will still be one nail pinning him down.

or maybe two,

or even three.

for no man is invulnerable

against his past, future and present,

as well as the sins of lust, greed and jealously.

and when he comes to realise that he will forever

be kept a prisoner,

it will be too late.

because now, the only things binding him down

will be his worldly burdens

and the rats that crawl over his cold and lifeless body.

till then,

he will be in pain.

and after which,

he will be in pain,

no more.

it will all be a sad ending,

with the white roses that lie the forgetten to an eternal rest.

but he could be saved,

by a key and the locksmith,

in the yellow gown.

but that is if and only if,

she appears.

reach my prismic soul

junquan rvncc [hc:tkd] 72/08 secondtononeBRAVO5 the_aztecs@hotmail.com

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