12-02-12, 12:54 PM
Join Date: Jun 2010
Location: Faro, Portugal
There is little Time
Time... Time ticks away.
There's too much to say,
And little Time.
Concealed anathema within
The words I spit and the verses I leak.
A puddle of polluted ink
Fills the paper which speaks my heart,
And the mind that is not mine.
Hatred consume me whole,
The poison of my soul.
My eternal crime.
A life in a circus of knives
Is my playground since a deliquent childhood.
My lungs of fire breathe
Flames of passion that makes me desire
Things that will destroy me in the end.
Memories so bittersweet,
A button stuck on repeat.
And I dread.
After all that was done
It was not enough, nor shall it ever be,
A criminal I'll always be.
An innocent criminal because the guilt is yours
And in silence I waver.
Swiftly Time goes by,
Tainted dry tears I cry,
And words left unsaid.
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