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Akasha


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4 january 2012

Crimson rain and full moons

Shoot me please
Let me become paint on the wall
Bang
Crimson rain falls
Lets end it all
Let sleeping dogs lie as they say
In the sky
Lies
Full of lies
Peel back this fake façade
That’s all that’s left
Lonely little lies
A fake exterior to mask the overwhelming pain inside
Filthy moth eaten lies
My disguise
A perfect mirage
I’m not even here really
This body is not where I reside
That place is unknown even to me...

So all that’s left in the end are
Blood soaked lies
Bleeding from my eyes
I fall down and pray
For them to take me away
I am done with it today
And tomorrow
And forever
Rest in peace my friend
We will undoubtedly meet again
I love you
But I have to go
As above so below






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