

Vinyl, Paint, and StyleI am a mirror. The same, As the very person looking back at me. Copied, Down to the DNA. There is no originality left in this world. I want to break free. Make me transparent. The as people pass, They won't see them self, They'll see the unique life running through me. Like a window, To the core me. I'm going to break this mirror, And be free.Vinyl, Paint, and Style


BurnA failed Attempt With so many others before it And many more to join it A matchBurn
Struck along the abrasive side of the box Only to result in two ways
Some
Come with a moment of hope Where For a brief instant Combustion A flame flickered
But others smolder its sulfur Strangling Suffocating Leaving only the entrails of the deceased A thin black smoke They were dead from the start
As each head strikes And dies A rhythm is formed Constant repetition Till the box is empty Then what?


Reasons for the WeekendSeven hours of despair One less that gets me there Through the day I climb and fight For the day I see the light.Reasons for the Weekend
Five times I walk in sleep
No need to count the sheep If I could I'd mount the table And slip away but I'm not able.
Peopled posse thins now and then I question why all over again One by one to start a life To find a man or a wife.
Five times I walk the street To pass by those to meet I'll let them go and walk away Knowing they won't return another day.
One kilo will let it be Four more to disagree &nb
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