Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Sacred To The Truth


Promises are broken.

Sacred to the truth.

In the way of happiness.

Are too many of my lies.

From today into tomorrow.

Made from sorrow.

My road which leads to pain.

I am alone.

Without the shadow which shades
my shame.

I walk downhill next to life.

I am dead.

Breathing to feel alive.

There is no sun to the shine.

I am grey before the queen of black.

Blood on my hands are the blood on my shoes.

I have the knife inserted into my back.

So go ahead.

Pleaser push the chair.

I am roped by my neck.

And one more fact.

I am ringed by the noose.

You win.

I really love to loose.

Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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