I Am The SunA Poem by Karina LongoFreedom of speech is a mere excuse to make a Hitler sound like Jesus - everything that in reality would never be quite real.
No one is heard If they say a word It disappears within the fog Along with despair and little drops of rain Right from the eye - it vanishes with care.
Set me free because free will is a lie Pardon God, pardon me Holy Christ But I want to be happy and yet I'm not.
Paint my nails black like a dead and voluptuous flower My eyes blink a couple of times while I look at you Cat's eyes, they say They don't trust anyone - Eyes of the girl afraid.
Dye my hair the most vibrant red I am fire, I want to be the sun You can look but you can't touch You can love but you can't reach It's just another morning star that some hate and some fear.
You get used to it Like with the moon breeze water and fresh air.
Beauty for eternity Sunrise burns your eyes Eternally beautiful and unseen Natural elegant death -
End of the day Astonishing sunset and then the night eats me out, Over and over again I'll be waiting for my Next decay. © 2011 Karina LongoFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on February 23, 2011 Last Updated on April 5, 2011 Tags: poem, sun, decay, attempt of optimism, jesus, hitler, contradiction, lies, i am AuthorKarina LongoFurther Away, SomewhereAboutMore about me: Music I like: Manic Street Preachers. Depeche Mode. Chris Cornell. Soundgarden. Smashing Pumpkins. Suede. Pulp. Oasis. The Clash. Tears for Fears. Stereophonics. John Lennon. Da.. more..Writing
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