Dead At Last!

by romeo must die   Oct 7, 2005


Want to take them out
Illusions to die, to go away

Chains of gold
Dragging my feet nonsense

Unfiltered reality
Shadows can’t succumb

Sweet chimera blinds
Built a fortress, Bastille
Mind gasps its finality
Draped in trance, of lunacy

Want to take them out
Help me or shoot me

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