May 19, 2009

Headscratcher

I reach inner space of your head to scratch the remains of my dreams. Storeed in your reeecking mind where everything is dying fast. You can't imagine the life with that infinite pain. Strike down the suffer bound inside and start to think of death. How to survive another day inside your head? I want to find that forbidden world hidden in turns of your hate controlled by brain's brutality.
I curse the day when my eyes saw you.
I hate the voice you spoke to me.
I'll never learn why...
Why is was happened..

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