Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

I Live Life

The sin is my lies forming the unforgettable guilt.

Build through the years in my mind.

Brick upon brick as thoughts grow by my thinking.

Something reflects back when I stare inside the mirror.

I am consumed by infliction.

I hurt to find, the love in pain.

Why am I surrounded by clouds.

At the edge of the mountain I stumble.

Through the thunder.

Light is kind to static, inside my brain.

The strikes filled to the end, by my sorrow as a positive.

Sedative cravings stores my potential in a negative.

The sun is shining but my skies are tainted with black speckled crows.

Why the wonder for a reason.

Why I was not still born.

So I perform my part in the theatre of death.

What is especially special.

I live life.

I feel dead.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 02, 2013

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