Friday, July 10, 2009

The night

I be friend the night.
I be friend the dark.
My day becomes a night.
And the night is the mark.
Only with myself,
surrounded by the stuff.
Plunging into my dreams,
or letting down my tears.
Once to the future,
other to the past.
watching my departure,
and how's going too fast.
How long this anger will last?

My question of today:
am I born to obey?
Have I the right to say?
To no body should pray.


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