im haunted by another harvest moon
the ceiling falls and rooms walls rock
and im sure it gets much more eerie soon
i see things melt like dalis clock...
And there seems no way at all to quit
But I don't care, cause I wait no more,
My thought's like horses that are given flicks
As you can't help but open my old sore..
....... run
.......restrain
.......undone
.......remain
Последний раз редактировалось Julie P; 21.11.2010 в 21:38.
Последний раз редактировалось Leo; 22.11.2010 в 21:18.
im haunted by another harvest moon
the ceiling falls and rooms walls rock
and im sure it gets much more eerie soon
i see things melt like dalis clock...
And there seems no way at all to quit
But I don't care cause I wait no more,
My thought's like horses that are given flicks
As you can't help but open my old sore..
I don't even know should I hide or maybe run
Such powerful feeling so I cannot restrain
What's happenin'? All the things are coming undone!
Oh, it's bright light of morning but my fears are remain.
I think it will be a great poem, won't it?
It's good enough for an Amalgama anthology, I reckon Now the most important thing is to boost the volume up to at least 100 typographic sheets!
Yeah, we can do it if our comrades will help us
Sure they will help someday! Right now my poem:
. . . fast
. . . neighbor (нэйба)
. . . test
. . . baba (бэйба)
Morning I ran too fast
Coz I get away from ready to kill neighbor
That have I done you better not test
I just f*cked with his baba
Well? Rate it please!
Последний раз редактировалось RITHE<<mc_fly>>ALEX; 22.01.2011 в 19:57.
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