The radiant crimson moon
Which when you're born
Serene beauty is the creed
Beneath the lies I believed
Looking for something
To a simple being I am longing
On crowded thoughts I lived
To death i'm going ahead
To regen this torment
Your serenity is the instrument
I need you, you're my life
Stay with me until apocalypse arrive
And if there is something to choose
Then it is you i might lost
The sickness is rising
I would rather not be existing

Poetry by Mark Leo Dayao
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 10:36

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