A lost memory, Renew by time of self resilience. A forgotten secret, Recovered by fragment mapped treasure. Something never really lost. But only buried under coved safe thoughts.
Dial into me, dial into oneself. Fingers pressing and pressing, A complex bog of infinite lies.
How to bear, how to see. Breach the truth of dirty lyrics.
Blow pass, by passed.
Panda Dumpster · Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 06:27am · 0 Comments |