Unluckybolte
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- Messages
- 784
- Reaction score
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- Points
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No one seems to know we are gone!
We are swallowed flies,
We are engulfed flies,
Roaming around
In the fat belly of gecko of night
Our shining wings have been crushed,
Like noise crushes the chest of silence
Our feet have been lamed,
Like dust lames the images in eyes
We are swallowed flies
We are engulfed flies
Living together, but strangers
Mourning over the demise of us.
We are crunched flies,
We are crippled wingless flies
Crawling around the veins of night's gecko,
Drinking the black blood of darkness,
Like a sweet-poison all alone,
Seeming like dead but feeling like alive,
We are crunched flies,
Crippled flies we are,
In the belly of gecko,
That is sent by night,
To kill the shining wings to bright.
No one seems to know we are gone,
In the nothingness like a drowned boat,
Breathing, but only breathing,
Mourning but only mourning,
All in the way gecko wants.
We are swallowed flies,
We are engulfed flies,
Roaming around
In the fat belly of gecko of night
Our shining wings have been crushed,
Like noise crushes the chest of silence
Our feet have been lamed,
Like dust lames the images in eyes
We are swallowed flies
We are engulfed flies
Living together, but strangers
Mourning over the demise of us.
We are crunched flies,
We are crippled wingless flies
Crawling around the veins of night's gecko,
Drinking the black blood of darkness,
Like a sweet-poison all alone,
Seeming like dead but feeling like alive,
We are crunched flies,
Crippled flies we are,
In the belly of gecko,
That is sent by night,
To kill the shining wings to bright.
No one seems to know we are gone,
In the nothingness like a drowned boat,
Breathing, but only breathing,
Mourning but only mourning,
All in the way gecko wants.
