CHOICE

CHOICE

What is right might be wrong

Totally wrong

About everything is might be nothing

I see the bullets in my plate

Intoxicate by an apple tree

Seen myself and lost its strength

To be always right is compulsive but never decisive.

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BURN THE CHARIOT

Burn the Chariot

Malaya Roses © 2012

Darling you

Halt us here

Affection rain was long gone

Red lake of cold white winter

With you

Naked to reach the heaven

Seven infernos were the golden gated

Passion

Defeat me here

Pouring fear, death is always near

Nights are damnation

The wildest evil is raging

In me

Wrote the torment on the forsaken angel

Remembering the sways

Made to highest crest

In seven sins

Silent and bruises grasping

The lungs of lusty skinless love

Ripped me to the last breath

Sipping to meet a broken faith

Stab me; kill me, done with these cries

Slay me to seven hell

Burn the chariot

To reach the summer

I am your failure.