XXVII

XXVII

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Romanticide

Fundamental motion 
The crowds escape into the heavy fog
Familiar faces gone
The original idea stolen
We wear the mask of our own.
The trees are shrouded by colours 
And the limbs continue throughout the earth...

Somehow connected 
Somehow brought back to life
To romanticize the suicide

I'm not happy with right...
I'm to honest for evil 
I'm not happy in my presence  
For the lack of love to be eternal 

I think we're all merely holding on
To something...
To someone

So hold on. 

Fundamental motion 
The crowds escape into the heavy fog.


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