Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Really Real


The crows that circle in the sky, black is my soul, which displays the way i will die - Vivid images tend not to be fake, chained i am by my mind, is my shadow really real - In the shade of skull, the bones are flooded down to my marrow - Will i break dawn into tomorrow, will i be able to grave my sorrow - Fear of sadness is the scene in which i act, so 2 is the echo of a blindless bat - My path is littered with glass, broken is damage next to my past - The gun signals my hand for a trigger, to miss completel

Submitted: Friday, November 02, 2012

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