What a day(Collab with Emir De Vladamir)

Grubby clouds, blemish minds
Times I have are ample of lies
Musing through a parallel trance
Slumber ends, from the yellow shines

Oily visage begins a fable
Freshness restored with a morning sponge
Sharpness thoughts, glazing pupils
Structures of lines, in script in black

Lines of lies, in script in grey
Thoughts incline, spiraling astray
Mysteriously unknown of any prodigy
Scrawling fables in search of glory

End of margin
Miles travels unimagined.
Hatred yore, toiling sorrow
What a day... another day of tomorrow

by:Emir de Vladamir & Scarredlibran
29-01-2009