Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Blood Speckled Blond


Transparant is your ideas to the shine from the sun.

Which is free.

Become the person I never feel to be.

Morals far to high, you can never fly to reach the sky.

Dreams are killed by the lack of your disguise.

Why is never answered by the wise.

So why the need to cry.

Black becomes the sign to my heart.

The volume in which vengeance was born.

Blood speckled blond.

Red rise for the rite, the fall by a suprise.

What I seek is soaked in pleasure.

Life measured and named my age.

Becomes the number in the years I live by time.

The length of my ways.

The path I choose to walk.

Is my choice spelled in 400 degrees.

My shadow shades in a line to the moon.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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