Everything is a lie

Data 24/06/2014 16:32:15 | Tópico: Sonetos

Unleash my soul from this prison,
There's close to no room to fly,
It can't breathe, it can't reason,
And in silence, I can hear it cry.

Approaches the reaper's season,
Finally, about time to come by.
Punish it for it's treason!
Just make sure I'm not nearby.

Time to leave! Time to die!
In this world one can't rely!
Ponder the things one can't undo.

Or maybe it's just a flu.
Who knows, could it be true?
Who cares, everything is a lie.

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