domingo, 27 de maio de 2012

It´s not bliss

The further I get into ignorance the more I kiss the wall.
The deeper I enter the harder it is to breath.
I am swallowed up from the ground.
Enveloped by half truths.
Pinnochio guards stop me from exiting.
The dark side lays on the otherside of this asylum.
The water dries before it enters your mouth.
Crumbs spilt on the floor by our blind master...
Are hard to ingest.

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