Life,
A simple four letter word...
Twin vipers coiled around a stick.
Twin vipers that can make me sick...
I live in this palace made from marble and gold,
It's huge and wonderful like a fairytale being...
Tiny little fractures.
Step by step, he walks a lonely twisted road...
Not your soul mate
Weren't brought together by Fate...
We have witnessed the peace of times....
with twisted kites and coils of that rich...
I walk this path oh so many times,
i find myself lost at times, and others...
One by one Pennys fall
A wish upon a metal star...
What is life?
Is it an account...
I trace the image in my mind,
Of how it all began...
Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...
The clock is ticking
time is running out...