Lost in the dark
At a great depth
So clear and pure
Evil has left
There isn’t any soul here
Not even mine
There is no life
And it has left no sign
Meanless existence
Wasted life
Searching for something
Sharp as a knife
But I haven’t found anything
No magic file
With a meaning to be
With a meaning to smile
CH 9/12/99
sábado, setembro 24, 2005
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