Me and My Muse

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

No Buddy Cares

It's a lonely road, the lights are out
Twinkling strange eyes are all shut.
I am the only walker.
When it was day nobody knew thatI'll get to know them.

It's harder to keep walking
Since the dry leaves were blown away
By the winds of tough times.
Even though they weren't real
I could pretend to live in a false sense.

It's not easy to die alone.
The souls that smiled for reasons of use
Have shed the white shell.
I had to be pushed to the-Clouds of blood.

I cling to the yellow straw
Feared of everything.
People, love and life.
It's a lonely road, the lights are out
Only the salty iris is open.




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