I sit...I wait...I watch...
everything around me dissolve
into madness
All the colors
in my mind
have already expired
Here I'm alone, here I'm a poet
the fool who perceives
vague dreams
With this silent
thorn of thought
The world stops
so I can escape
from the gray layer of life
Passion has no system:
this is my love
this is my wall
this is my excuse
this is my answer
When will i awake
from this dream
wenelson2003
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