Monday, March 14, 2011

The Ruined

From there... 

I travelled the tail of time 
in the realm of truth and lies 
like those of simple metaphors 
of straying fools and bourgeois whores 

Praise its infinite trials 
and its bulk of denials 
for it was in their scalding streams 
where I was forged to the extremes 

Upon the space of my intuition 
wave the clouded sea of deception 
the great pretenders of day and night 
stars and moons made of plastic lights 

I became... 

The lone woman who seek peace in gloom 
a phoenix 
who dwell in the regions of doom 
the one who speak and dream in nightmares 
a mistress caged in the dungeon of fears 

And soon...

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