Monday, April 13, 2009

The sound of silence makes your skin turn to brail
and time tells you nothing,
'cept when to die and when your tired

I think I met a fortune teller
who could vex your fate and faith
till you get the point of this post

He told me to sing
and so I tried
but it came out wrong
at least to him
Because he turned me away
and told me my future

he said I'll die, and that was it
and I know for a fact
that he was right

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