Treasure Island

Igor Wolfson

(26/12/1989)

Do not live without you there


Again it goes as went before
I meant to live and nothing more
I meant to breathe and see and feel
But as it comes there - my heart becomes a heart of steel

Let seeds of maniacal disorder
Grow just in the most perfect order
And then your vigilance goes down
You are not king, you have no queen, nor crown

Mistakes are made, recoveries - not found
In fact it hurts, when wounds are being put in salt to drown
We mourn, we cry, we learn no shit, and then repeat
Same old mistakes, same old conclusions you must delete

I do not live without you there, its cold
I do not breathe without you there, its mold
My heart cant stand the beat without you there
My mind cant stand the neat, disgusting love affair

Submitted: Friday, January 01, 2010

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