~Yesterdays feed~
~Yesterdays feed~
Disillusioned by the temptress,
Of the mind, one more day passes,
Nothing burned into my mind.
Deep thoughts cyclone through,
But time end up cut them in two.
The games of life are at stalemate,
This games never hesitate to play,
Until the funeral bell vibrates.
Trapped inside my leather shell,
Knowing what it like to rise from hell.
Each day that passes puts me on the
Uneven street of chaos. Standing
On the streets of the city tonight,
Not a soul around looking to end,
There life. Buried deep into long days,
Yesterday feeds off my lost dreams,
Lost in a hurricane wandering off
The charts of end game takes on sight..
Inkmaster
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