Am mathieu, |
The path zig zagged,
like a road carved on a puzzle...
Our spirits eaten by us as we become dictators,
Feigning uneven balance held by forceful will...
I can feel charges pulsing my veins,
impulses striving to stay...
Creepy minds creeping, your thoughts; trepidated...
The latest, lately held for the latter, earthly...
Life flows, destinies fail,
time ticks, it looms...
I love you is what they'll say,
like dreams shattered...
Do remember this, dia is either good or evil, devil or angel, white hat or black hat...Dia is no balance btw both states...Neva try to create one... |