Where there was pain.
Master and control.
Now cut to the point.
Even it has been untold.
Imagination cut's like it bleed's.
Only sorrow comes with ease.
What's right for the moment.
You own it.
Never ending dreams into oblivion.
Guilty pleasures in sugarcoating layers.
Longing for salvation.
It never stops so you try to hold it.
And when panic comes.
Distract yourself.
Play the simplest game.
Confisticate the moment.
Blame, you own it.
Fame, you own it.
Pain, you own it.
Love, you own it.
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av Starchilled child
Publicerad 2015-05-07 12:14
Lars Hedlin
Bra mycket bra!
2015-06-16