Dialogue with..

autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

I was once created
From clay and dirt
With all my feelings
Was born in a world

Programmed into me
Whoever wrote it
Must have been joking
Must have been stroking

His ego too hard
For there is no path
And I was made too fast
And my hearth cannot last

For too long in this
Over thought state
Shut my eyes tightly
Till it's too late

I'm a clay soldier
In a river of fire
I'm here to satisfy
Your sadistic desire

And I want to see you
But I can't yet
Until I'm free of body
Until I'm dead

napísanísané:: 22.4.2008

prečítalo:: 1105 ludí