Drink the colors
of that pale
in with the crimson.

Salute the stars,
because they
remain on all
the empty sky.

Dance with chaos,
and I explode
with ambitions
that can not
be me.

Burn the black,
and I complain
about the
singed hair.

Let the world
lie at the
rumors of how
we failed.

But you know
the truth.
And I know
the fabrications.

02/06/2010

Posted on 02/06/2010
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