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Dead Poet

Lost in a dark world, Always looking around, Screaming until be found, Hoping to hear a simple sound, Feeling alone at the peaceful night, Walking on the snow, Barely breathing in the freezing cold without a single cloth, Staring at the sky, Dreaming about being a butterfly, Being able to fly, Reaching that mythical sparkling star, Only to feel that mighty light; Realizing that i am lost in the world, Always looking for the unreachable spark of hope, Internally screaming to find the road, Hoping to make a sound, Always waiting for that amazing dream to become true, Kissing her below the eternal blue , Reciting that 8 letters especial quote , Instead of doing that through my mind, While watching her face in the rain, Missing those who cannot feel the rain no more, Wanting to feel some warmth in that cold hole, Without that thought of being hanging of a rope, Searching a spark of hope, To finally run away of satan´s scope; To be almost free, Because at the end, We are tide to life´s rope, Being some kind of goat, Pulling us into that world, Making us to feel alone; Walking in the cold, Looking at the sky, Without a single star, While you are in Morpheus ride, I am in Pluto´s fate, Running out of time, To live the dream one more time, About that sparkling star, As i am falling faster than a shooting star. -Wolf Angel Sinner-

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