| My Fantasy Poetry |
| Fairytales Don't Exist Gold unspun, The tale has begun, Unfolding again, Awaiting the end. Black sparkled dust, Never regained trust, Twisted in vain, Fairytale pain. Climb the stairway, Play, in the silver hay, Watch the fire wizard, Kill the innocent lizard. Magical roses, Never true poses, Is the fairytale land, All it appears? It doesn't exist, At least, Not without a painful twist. 3rd Of December 2000 |
| Six Senses I smell death in the air, I see skin once fair, Splattered with blood, Staining the love. I hear cries in the night, I touch shadows of light, Screaming in pain, Calling your name. I feel numbness in fleets, I sense angels' wings beat, When will it end? Time never mends. 17th Of October 2000 |
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