Silence murdered my clock, as the bystander of there - TopicsExpress



          

Silence murdered my clock, as the bystander of there battles rather it seems a murder; though the chance of a suicide overlays the wind. The poor clock; the slave; the master of slavery; abandoned by a dozen disciples rather seems a yarn of betrayal. I am paradoxically disconnected on the verge of my miseries and freedom. I must surrender for what i have not done, and for i am not. I am the culprit,the sinner and the victim and for what reason i mourn; remain untouched. To the hollow cripples of this stillness I cut myself to the craving spirits of lakes and for what reason i must destruct deep in the under current of blues, in the holes of my bones you live.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 09:01:32 +0000

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