I disagree
February is the cruellest month
where snow and cold winds rule
and in the dead land
a rose grows at my feet
bending in my direction
Oh, I see the sun
it's shining all around me
the dead land blooms
with sparks of chaos
and the ruins of something
beautiful.
Oh, this one goes out
to those who refuse to be defined
like those dictionaries with no words
they shone a sad light through
the soul of a long forgotten ghost
saying
"My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad.
Stay with me."
He is the third that walks always beside you
the third that has stolen my conscience
and corrupted my mind
behind
it seems
the world can go it's own way
in fact, it can fade away
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