BLACK RUG

Permission has been granted, give me my tools my words obviously rules. More sweeter than candy, more precious than jewels, who can compare? For me there are no duels! A soft black pin creates a world you don't understand , and that is precisely my thought of plan, words from this man, dreams from this man you will not understand. I'am to bright for your mind, and to dark to be your kind, I can rewind back in time, the paper  will be at its prime, as I eat the swine, and my glass shines with dark red wine. I should call you mine, but would that be a lie? Yes! So then we cry, please let me pry,Please let me try, ask me why. Cant you here the sye ,cant you see my eye? Then you will see me die. So keep running its good for your life and your soul needs the light, fly your kite, go and live in bright, when you come home I will misery you tight.