Adam Lang/All Apologies!
Here i am
clad in habit
hidden king
in a frail appareance
involved in a maelstorm
of continous 'n' invisible
ardour
glass between u and the mirror
victim 'n executioner
of myself
incomprehensible occult mistery
the eyesthat look at me from the other side
of my own world
how could break through
if i first don't break through me?
How many otherchords i've to crash
before i'll lye in a bed of stars?
Me, could without sky
what should i pray
to have you never feel the same
what have you do?
I feel not true
i've lost my words
in a labyrinth of thoughts
clouds(that)are on me makes
breathless scream in vain
what you think of me?
All apologies!
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