A desk-dead pose and an apparition
standing over my head
Scribbled emotion by a hand made for massacre
Whispers sent unsaid
Wave your hand,the one shining like alabaster
It's all set up,by coral intuition
Then you point at me
with a finger bent by randomness
with this finger that you cut me
a bystander of happiness
yeah,that's me
dramatised entropy
misplaced calligraphy
and the rest is distortion
Pathetic apathy from this web-tangled sun
and the bludgeoning truth
excavates
elevates symbols
aggravates the perjury
i'm not there to listen
Have you ashamed enough of you?
Have you denounced love from your heart?
I should have called it a truce
but I was in the middle of a waras always
ΑΦΗΣΕ ΤΟ ΣΧΟΛΙΟ ΣΟΥ
ΘΑ ΜΠΟΡΕΙΣ ΝΑ ΓΡΑΨΕΙΣ ΣΧΟΛΙΟ ΣΕ ΛΙΓΗ ΩΡΑ
ΘΑ ΠΡΕΠΕΙ ΝΑ ΕΙΣΑΙ ΜΕΛΟΣ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΣΧΟΛΙΑΣΕΙΣ