#diannavanerra

(Part One - The Frame) We’re caught between the flaws of laws we built to taste life with too thin straws. Like the link we tied with tape between the infectious system we fed of fame, and us, ourselves, who vaguely vanished centuries ago, under a villain evolution.

Futile were the promises.

But now the enemy taught us the Tic of their clocks; Thoughtlessly, manuals and manuscripts were their plea.

Believe me, It’ll be without tyranny or treachery that I’ll take down the infamy that casts the moon away. We need a true sight of life, freedom, and dying days.

Peek at the sky to realize, where the lights come from. Read between the lines.

High tension comes from prostitution. Under moonlight we can see the stars.

*And this is us telling you to get yourself a cup of coffee, put your glasses on, and sit tight… And open your fucking mind!*

Reality’s a dream. Your confidence is hope. My ears can barely see into the Universe’s wide open scars you left behind you. (Part Two - The Lenses) At this time, right now, We should feel like it is the end of the world. And at this moment, just here, that we’re about to live, we should make this look like we’ve always wanted. Our brains should explode, And color the occupied frame we rest in. We could finally see bright tones, and clear light… A path free. Damn I know I’m just talking shit about love, maids, peace, and AIDS-free sex, But come on, You followed me there for short. You’re as pissed off as me of this ignored empire we’re in. So at this minute, that we’ve already started, We should make it look like... It’s the end of an era! This is the end of an era. We are the end of an era.

Written by Wistip0uF         for Dianna Vanerra

15/12/13 - Longueuil,Qc