Oct 02, 2008 23:14
Why the desire for death.
A clean paper or a pure
white wall. One false
line, a scratch, a mistake.
Uneresable. So obscure
by adding million other
tracings, blend it,
cover over.
But the original scratch
remains, written in
gold blood, shining.
Desire for a Perfect Life.
Jim Morrison
ash,
schizofrenie,
writer | jim morrison
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ecco, non so cosa dire. *rolls*
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