On the shore

Δεν είναι δημιούργημά μου,αλλά είναι δικό μου…

On the shore
I’m albino in the mind,

Afraid your putrid sun will kill me,

And I could perish in an instant,

From just a glimpse of your turmoil.
For who could travel through your aeons?

There be monsters eating boys.

Bloated boulders block your pathways,

A sign of madness,touch of hair.
There’s pink as a cover,

And a knot on dark waves,

Stil,l the nexus of lifeforce

Is forever off-beat.
Fly’s eyes cannot hide

The sadness within,

The irregular screaming

Of your muscle unkind.
Look into the abyss,

And stare up at yourself.

Final knowledge,my freedom,

I step off this ride to hell.

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About thinking is an option....

Her skin is white cloth, and she's all sewn apart and she has many colored pins sticking out of her heart.But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick farther in.
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