the gypsies are always right

feelings are just bitches in disguise.
screw those cunts.
lick them.
it might moan.
45 seconds.

it doesnt move.
froze like a popsicle.
melts like tears.

hair of the genius.
said to be a cure.
no, not imperfection.

the fragrance is an absolute.
it has a great depth.
those things i like.
just doesnt seem to rhyme no more.
like eyes of the eagle.
it fascinates.

in this lighted place.
flickering flames,
and so does passion.

lies are me.
living in a great distance afar.
from the smiles.
smiles from the great.
greatness of the truth.

and phase of emotions.
running free like a wild horse in the green fields.
its golden tail shimmered of light.
so rich,
just not like my beliefs.

speak to me.
spoke.
spoke for more.

the dream of a prison.
to have saint.
to have saint,
is to achieve perfection.

sunrise.
to be gone.
sunset.
its fogged.
as so is my way.
where am i heading?

secrets.
never lie.
i have secrets.
it just leaked.
from my head.
to my heart.

goodbye means love.
a new meaning.
of dry waters.

to think that me is well.
im not,
but you are.....