quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010

Like a bird

On the way to the skies,
Flying high.
Storm passed by,
Frozen on air,
I fall down to the ground.

Razor blades hitting my face,
Cold, sharp,
I try to scream,
But it just won't come out,
So I close my eyes,
Thoughs running through my mind,
Agony flowing through my body,
Pain going down my spine,
Until I'm numb.

No more I can do,
So I close my eyes,
Spread my wings and wait for the inevtable.

I hit the ground,
And all turned black.

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