Its all because I am wrong
I can't say things right.
The pain at my throat exhausts me
trying not to cry at night.
Its like suffocating under the ocean blue
dying for a chance to be with only you.
You are the butterfly whose wings I can't clip.
To be the nectar, the sweetness you can't sip.
Its as if I bear my father's curse but my shoulders never break.
I am he, the son, the secret of my mother's womb.
I am the closed casket, the son and the secret of a destined tomb.
Description:Of no conscience
My name: Daniel H. Schluckebier. I am slightly an aggressive person with a good sense of humor. Man on a mission with goals to achieve. I love spending time to myself or with weird and interesting people. I love writing and into artistic thinking. I enjoy creating new identities and tend to be multi-personalistic from time to time... Considered mysterious and random. Not to be annoyed or upset. Very easy going...
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A Mute Tongue
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