Blood Lines

Today becomes tomorrow

and hope

becomes sorrow.


You never realize how special a moment is,

until time has cast it’s spell;

Making all our special moments,

a shadowed history of the past.


You better find a way to make the moment

and the memory last

cause these days life is passing by way to fast;


Everything materialistic burns

but nothing burns like your heart for

passions passed by;

trying everyday to live the lie

that everything is okay.


Life sucks;

The marrow from the bones,

but it can’t squeeze blood from a stone.











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