Story Told by an Stranger at The Door

Story told by an Stranger at the Door (Part one)

This story began on heat wave of uncertainties, clearly the judge of my existence

wasn't Graceful enough to see my tears shattering on their way down the stream

Solo I walk through the gates of hatred, a burning sensation kept me from showing any

Emotions, but it wasn't until money started to rolling through the gates of illusion

Only a precious treasure, his after, no one knows him better them time, just as shadows

wait For his turn to speak, we can allowed the music form a violin enter the drums

of your soul, Well, well, well isn't that the truth about the ones that prefer a clear path

to the red light district A huge expectations been born with the will to hunt the pray of

the night, don't you dear smile Back to an empty wall of persecutions, I was only

eleventh when I taste sweet steel burning down My masquerade of antagonizing

misery Tell it like it was yesterday, nearly I drown trying to understand, anger of

solitude chasing me by the tail of wrong doings, never underestimated the power of

love, that crazy love, that let you unveil our deepest fear kind love,

A gesture of understanding as her dress began shinning right back at the moon

At first I was willing to walk towards the notion of free will, it was a dream unfolding

In front of her eyes, she undress me to the bone, with an ancient tongue of love making

If I describe it, you might not understand me, it was like a wave coming across a new

shore,  Pure as the core of her existence,  inhaling raw emotions, imagine a fright train

coming at you With one thing in mind,

your heart . . . 

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