A journey through life
If nothing was the beginning of everything
then I believe in nothing
Being a constant seeker doesnt mean that you are a thrill seeker
In my pain I 've been seeking for beauty
and in my art I found beauty in pain
My child, my hoard of gold
Give my body to the vultures
Before I close my eyes
and die alone
When you finally have it all
you have nothing to hope for
When you think that you know everything
you know nothing
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2006-06-01 at 01:06
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