cold truth pouring from the sky filling buckets of imagination for me to hide
freely pasting over the old sanctuary that laughter once held inside
empty satisfaction
guiltlessly devouring emotions once the need has past
pierced intentions
smoothly denying my involvement in the criminal cast
unnatural deception
cold truth pouring from the sky filling buckets of loneliness for me to hide
(blue existence
colored in the sky
of the uncharted night
blue existence
reaching out for
just another taste.....
of the monsoon you create)
freely pasting over the old sanctuary that laughter once held inside
empty satisfaction
guiltlessly devouring emotions once the need has past
pierced intentions
smoothly denying my involvement in the criminal cast
unnatural deception
cold truth pouring from the sky filling buckets of loneliness for me to hide
(blue existence
colored in the sky
of the uncharted night
blue existence
reaching out for
just another taste.....
of the monsoon you create)
Parts of this are at least 10,000 years older than sand.
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