Early morning lights,
and the dawn is far
from the heavens.

I drown my thoughts
as my personal vendetta
strives me to drink
in masses the wine
that flickers with
the candles.

And I'm not saint,
and I'm no sinner.
But all I can say
I am the damned
of my own personal
anguish.

The lyrics like a
serenity I plunge into
the ambitious hope.

And how foolish do
I look as I fall
with all the pawns
around me.

01/07/2010

Posted on 01/07/2010
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