Sunday, July 08, 2007

The eye is my apple, ten thousand times the light in my eye fades out, sometimes the time is right to strike the night.

One day.

Two days.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

And I pray to walk my dog without the fear of getting shot.

Why white and black, if the eye is simple i think i will have a dream. A dream where I can do what i want to do, a dream where I can live in, instead of reality. Swap my life with dreams, trade my pinnacles with lemonade, sacrifice my life with you.

Once the tide was right,
The moon shone, a thousand times,
and I think I was a beggar,
trading my thoughts with my dreams -
one red and one green.

Heaven has no purpose,
the stars contain no eyes,
scarface my goddess,
ten thousand times a night.

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