Visions on codein

“The torment of Tantalos”

Sometimes I feel like the weight of the world is upon my shoulders.

Should I lye, Should I steel.

My heart is made of steel.

Eyes are continuation my of my sword.

Here I lie. Like a weeping child.

Rusty are the autum roses.

In the spring only cherry tree plossoms.

That moment in time.

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