Of my sick eyes,
I see you like a veil of light,
An illusion rocks my conscience,
One tastes black blood runs along my hand,
It flows in water pure and infects it,
Innocence has just ended,
The fear took again its territory,
Propaganda circulates like the air and one breathes it,
The dissipation of very thought and very collapses,
The life is the biggest game of the world,
In front of the wall of despair,
Over the wall the illusion of a stolen peace remains.
Izumi22, Posté le mercredi 26 janvier 2011 19:35
Beaux textes.