The memory of the lullaby
My mother used to sing exhausts.
I've been enslaved under pictures of a world
We wanted to make me believe in.
Feebles moments I'm conscious,
I see cables getting out of my head
The more I yell, the more they feed me,
With lies injected into my brain.
Encased in torn cities,
Sweet asylum of the tyranny,
The underdogs are laughing,
Though a poisonned soul and a mind being erased
They seek the secret verve,
Well hidden behind their worn out hearts.
The rain was so acid that day...
Definitely a day to avoid to born.
I was the origin of your smile...
Forgive me to make you cry now.
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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