söndag 23 mars 2014

Random thoughts from a depraved homelessman

I can't be your friend unless i pretend,
in this world where everyone is valued by molten metals.

Numbers turns into pictures,
pictures turns into words.

Why would i care about your little bubble to burst,
when there's a whole universe.

Tried to drink it all away,
but the memories are here to stay.

I wear a crown of thoughts,
the kind i can't share.

We have reached the end,
this is now you never see me again.

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