Bloated

by Iola   May 4, 2008


You have a beautiful mind
A soul that gets fed
By the visual images from rooftops

You crave to leave this behind
The very life you led
Sometimes it gives more
Sometimes it robs

You bleed alone
Like I do
I know that place so well

But one day we will go home
It is true
Break from our own skin's spell

In our minds no permanency
Immortality a dream

Look in my eyes
You will see

That nothing is what it seem

Really

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