mercoledì 2 giugno 2010

Blue lights

Swollen like the tongue of a choking man, dreams are stifling my nights. The anguish haunting the gloomy awakenings, night and nightmares melt my wishes, are they made of wax or illusion?
Embraces and violence, violence in dead eyes and a grin lost for a smile.  The stream of my dread thoughts drifts me away to a place that I can't tell to be real. Breathless and dumb, I can just hope to be brought back to my bed, under the frame of a pale gray night.

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