Poems from Mateos
A solace of slices are given to agitate the mockery
Upheld between our faces in the time of dawning horizens.
Known as the people,
Pawns of...
The world is like a bowl filled with anything inside,
I never seen the sight before in my dreams.
A slience breathes in the air as it...
A later can be mistaken for a week or mintues before.
It aches to see a pain I can't partake in.
The languages he speaks are to no sound...
As crafted neatly within a metal box,
My minds and feelings are meant to be left alone.
Won't they understand
I need to be closed off to...
Shamed is casted upon my wings
Like pure snow on empty trees.
I see the lost love ironed on their skins
Clad in light blue is the symphony...