الثلاثاء، 4 ديسمبر 2012

About to fall

In the middle of the bridge I stand,
The bridge that connects reality with dreamland.

Some one shouts, I hear a sound,
From somewhere it comes, I look around.

Nothing I see, but a vast black sea,
I drown in the darkness that's inside of me.

A broken mirror, a broken soul,
A moon that looks like it's about to fall.

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