Dec 10, 2012

Cabaret of desire.

Burning in an ice block.Pain running from what I used to be.Names dying in a freezing night,dense as a mirror.Lights,yellow circle lights that watch me without any complaint.
Shadows that they hide very inside of me.Silent screams in the fog,talking to me in this empty flat.
Dragons let their fire vanish in this empty bootle.And the sun still is sleeping...
There is not crown in prince's head,only a chain trying to break his brain.And there is not princess who can help him.

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