Treasure Island

Rijad Islamovic


An Empty Picture Of Colorful Memories


I've seen the skies crack open
Seen it's blood falling on my face
Blurring the contours, blurring the faith
That I have kept to save myself

It all leaks down my stare
I'm counting the drops, counting the pains
And a tired breath filled with rage
Exhausts the last bit of my soul

The lack of conscience redemptions these days
'Cause I don't seem to know where sanity awaits
Although the scenery is running out of color
I seem to find the stripes to paint a life

A life in black and white
A life in contrast
An empty picture
Of colorful memories

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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