Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Time

It is a big chunk of wasted time.
The whole world had decided to live just as I died.
I had no inkling it was so sunny outside
While I slept my dark night curled up on my bed
Never wanting to wake up
Never wanting to face the warmth of your breath.

O Hell with death.
Will take a walk in a flowing red dress...

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