Tuesday, March 10, 2009

These Way of Lonely Boulevard

I am wandering through the edge of nowhere
Knowing no places to get the foot off
Smelling flies as if they are the great pointers
Listening to the song of the breezy wind
Seeing my own shadow fade away leaving its owner
Feeling hollow like these street where people are sleeping softly
Touching the pavements like they were my real companion
Kicking the pebbles because I’m dying of dreaming
Saying the sorrow out of nothing attractive

My purpose was not this;
Was not there;
Was not all of these empty caves

It’s getting colder and freezier
Well, I have a nice time of being sweet like bleeding
Lemme know when I gotta end these all…

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