Wednesday, March 27, 2013

On the Brink

Will all be said the twilight's glow
Too much to think too little to know
If blue canvases were broken down
Would I accept or escape the sound
All the things that make me think
Delusional living on the brink
Contributing thoughts are alive and well
Detonate the factors of the bell
Secret strategies are finding grace
Time will thank a Nameless face
Though  the thorns' names are gone
It will make sense at the break of dawn
Walking forward to days past
Rising up from the fallen cast
Losing days but their still here
 All wonders and Tragedies could be near
Learn to accept the ways of fate
Learn to not succumb to the bait

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