Event Horizon

July 22, 2011
The point of boundries
Just make me grieve
That poor nervous wind.
The sky is so white.
Poverty spread like the winter.
Do what we always have.
I apologize for a sincere yes.
I would never change you.
Alergic to sky.
Century of Darkness.
We should all just live in sin.
Born with utter freedom,
Raised with utter despair and cages.
No one can control us.





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