Monday, April 03, 2006

I Want To Break Free

Time flies by, nothing is lost.
No wound inflicted. No biting fronst.
No dark memory. No stone in the heart.
Nothing to win and nothing to start.

Still this life's an empty hall.
I scream, I grope, to nothing I call.
Outside, a race of roaring beasts.
This spirit not searches nor believes.

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