maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Bohemian Cats


troublesome, troublesome
let me put your ass in slump
we don't live to be gangster
shooting gun like parallel cursing
without any good damn reason
hey, we live in illusion
we should not be a paranoid
put the blanket covering scary eyes
and walk like someone will stab your back
hey, we should be a human
don't think in bloody scream
the gate to hell is wider and smooth
you feel the temptation from you throbbing ears
in shadow and sorrow there is a dull of peace
we have no chance to give up
but we won't make it easy
darkness is not so bad to be
the last light of burned candle

Submitted: Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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