July 30, 2004

The Vision

It's 26th
inside the train
reseed the sorrow grain

Dreamt of offlines
where the steel scatters moan
all the night it would burn

It's 28th
beside the digi-lover
you look all the dust over

See the offlines you've dreamt of
you were rubbed by the psycho
and your soul are not yours anymore
"I amar prestar aen..."*

Posted by Shervin at July 30, 2004 05:38 AM
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