Saturday, December 20, 2008

The butterfly kills.
castles built, crumbles to dust.
pictures drawn, fading apart.
life is dictated, price payed dearly.
memories engraved, locked far back.
sceneries painted, corrupted and rot.

close your eyes, but let your mind open wide.

breath meant to hide words,
coldness meant to hunger for warmth,
pale winds brushing against the chime,
ringing only at the 25th hour.

11:09 PM