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Following the death of honor men,
Walking towards where it begins.
Two faced bullets I fire,
Escaping reality killing my dreams.
Hugging night over light.
Something’s wrong, asking me to decide.
Clustered anger and denial
High tides, winds glow
Distorted mirror show
Every drop making a hole!
Grand supper to make me strong,
It’s not waste but it’s wrong.
Changing season on my call,
It’s a cycle. No right & no wrong.
Not so easy holding on,
I need it. I am not a headstrong.
Further walks, gripping it tight,
Everything counts low, still can’t stop the harm.
High tides, winds glow
Distorted mirror show
Every pill makes a hole!
Shades of fire,
Shades of grey,
I know you enjoy the fucking show!
Sooner or later you will take me away!
Akash
15/08/2010
