From: ania [email protected]
Outsmart the fever
and takes us father from
-the kiling life is capsules
a life that can’t belong
So if i wake updead to the world
with the helm at my command
the reaching out of this
faces tomorrow in the 11:th hour
beckoned closer
now as nightfall sends it’s grace
cue to enter the insatiable ideal
slam it shut,but the portal pounding lingers
What it is; is time undone
Cannot falter in the security of labour
-Was i supposed to belive?
Where did i sign,
did i miss the auction where my life
where did i sign,did i miss the auction
Went the half mile
wondered when the resolution would come
life became too solid
diluted by the essence of denial
caught in fire’s eye
the self and the filter that is i
my lip was venom
words formed in my mouth
hid beneath the tounge
never to be seen
Wher did i sign,
did i miss the auction wher my life
wher did i sign,did i miss the auction