A heart of ruby and gold
by Adrian Giannini
A little bit hungover
From the frenzy of the dream
Spinning pictures
Don't paint a pretty me
When Im littered on the floor
Bathed in my own sweat
Disheveled of my own beliefs
Melodies barely believed
Days blurred of reality
Cascading time through the ages
Smokescreen of purpose
Forces my perceptions
From out of it
Is my true self
Cocooned for time
Immaterial to existence
Born new to this world
Unmarked by mans plague
I spread my new formed wings
Display a heart of Ruby and Gold
© Adrian AIDZ Giannini 2010
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