sábado, setembro 24, 2005


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

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