About died hero's
When love is right
There is no fight
When wrong is right
And right is wrong
The words not come out right
Life to death like a broken bone
Silence from above
Is the light of hope
Darkness on the phone
Bone In the closet shining from women to man
Believed in a dream the true sadness
Of a lonely soul
Smiling death in the face
Making trouper
Flower red
Senses black
Sounding loud
Wrong tree Is nightmare before falls
Water dripping round the united soul
Open hands
Second stores story
About died hero's
Open hands
Sounding black
Flower red
New days open up the door to waken hour
Dripping round the feelings locked down in the devils black book
Golden soul fuck your heart
Flower red
Day at end
Poetry by Mr painter
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Written on 2008-09-25 at 10:43
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