pieces of enigmatic craps

breath beneath your skin
curiosity come after me
that is you surrounding.....covering....
with your claws around my neck....
the numbers getting high and high
but the scars never completely cured
pieces of enigmatic craps....
still asking for a gigantic gun......
hocus pocus pouring a wine of fake
throw every man rest in everlasting weakness
sailing to the nowhere`s land going through with bitterness
your sun seems so low
so...take some rest for everlasting peace now.... Baca selengkapnya panopticurse: Maret 2008