Monday, March 16, 2009

One almost deadly shot

I saw the border when we walk beneath it. My hand thirst yours, I could barely sense how will it feel when my skin surf yours. We talked in outer plane, until I get bored. Trying to peel it off to get into your soul. You have so many layers blocked you, a full installed firewall when I disable mine.

So it's a one deadly shot, for I dead wishing to touch you. Ignorance is in the air, self control is everywhere. Lestat screamed in his prison cell, he said it was him whom invited but why he could not even say a thing. Dear Lestat, you are a blackhole. Don't take her light away from her soul

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

yin here :)