Saturday, December 6, 2008
Callous or Confused
Ecstasy is an altered state/ Intimacy sparks a great debate/ Are we really in love with what we declare to hate/ Or just striving to stave off inevitable fate/ It is verified that we are not in control/ That's why we are terrified to lose the soul/ The one thing certain is we will be late/ The only question is the date
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