Trigger seeker
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005Wounds that still refuse to close
Here i am, in the state of paradise lost
Please tell what do i made of
I don’t think it’s my time to dissolve
All that i need, the flavor of the week
Make you strong, make you weak
Where should i seek?
Thumb through the wall and find some leak
Just like a duck, constantly yapping the beak
Who shall inherit the earth? the meek
The wind make a whisper of my lament
Staring at the well that full of cents
Your eyes, your hair, your scent
Every breath you take is a ‘Kodak’ moment
Is there any room inside for a lifetime rent?
Look at these empty holes
Full of maze, the state of my soul
Right now the sky may seems so heavy
Blue snowy mountain is the place where i want to be
Should i walk this thousand miles road?
Why do i have to write these #@&*?~^!! words???
