Sunday 8 November 2009 photo 4/5
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Try to look outside these shackles.
A stream of light, a pure fare way of sight.
I try to show myself in the portrait.
But is takes time, stamina, and the feeling of success.
But now the venom inside my veins starting to flow.
Inside this nacked prison, I can't even feel the touch of the wind blow.
I feel my strength is fading away.
Was this just a failure? didn't I make it all the way either?.
Maybe, maybe not.
But atleast I know, I didn't do everything for nothing.
But right now, My body is going numb.
My arms are falling.
My fingers crawling up togheter.
My breath starts to get heavy.
My body is going cold.
And last but least.
My eyes are slowly looking up against the stars.
As the closing in.
And I fade away..
A stream of light, a pure fare way of sight.
I try to show myself in the portrait.
But is takes time, stamina, and the feeling of success.
But now the venom inside my veins starting to flow.
Inside this nacked prison, I can't even feel the touch of the wind blow.
I feel my strength is fading away.
Was this just a failure? didn't I make it all the way either?.
Maybe, maybe not.
But atleast I know, I didn't do everything for nothing.
But right now, My body is going numb.
My arms are falling.
My fingers crawling up togheter.
My breath starts to get heavy.
My body is going cold.
And last but least.
My eyes are slowly looking up against the stars.
As the closing in.
And I fade away..