Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Butcher Shop

My mind is a playground of ideas,
My actions are butcher shops.
I hope, I think and I dream a lot,
And I litter on the roads all my thoughts.

The slaughter house is in my heart,
The butcher shop is just a showoff.
Dead cold hands I have,
And I kill with them a million lots.

You name a crime I haven't done,
I live in a palace of disappointments.
The butcher shop was not my dream,
I only have had ideas, but never a dream.

PS: Mind is in a free flow when you are sleepy and you really don't know what you're thinking. 

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