Black world

Cold machine,
Empty heart
Why is the world
Always so black
Moving on with
Cracking blight
Cold weather
Dirty heart
Moving on again
On the same routine path
No anger nor sadness
In those hearts made of steel
In those minds over-greased
Where bleak lights are shining
Just like inside my heart
There’s no hope nor despair
All the feelings alike
I keep climbing up the stairs
With some gloomy delight

(c) Aurore Ciholas

08 sept 2011


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