marți, 29 ianuarie 2013

Sink of blood...

Trust..is just another word we failled to understand..a quintessence that it feels out of place...we prefer to be compelled by lies because they are far more appropriete to our ideal life than to reality...we feel more conforted with a lie...we use a scepter to hypnotize our victim and to transform it into a pappet-toy...we enjoy the act...to pull all the strings ..to design  their manner , feelings and thoughts...to make them feel insignificant without notice...it seems too real to not believe in this mascarade and it drives you to the most arsenic idea...that burns you in the most unexpected way...
You can't but dream.....
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