marți, 10 aprilie 2012

Cold feet

man is more alike a match
than he would dare admit-
for he burns and glistens and beams
beyond his flesh and skin...
but his reign is short,destined
to illuminate just one corner
of the darkest room that is the
fool!you fool!you're always lying
to this soul,trapped inside a dough
so fragile,so disturbed...
you promised.then,you panicked.
you lost your own the end,it was all
flames,no heat,just the shell
of what could have been a king.
man is scared out of
his wits and too numb
to change his fate-
a boat without a captain
in the mist of a crimson flare...

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