How long shall it take, this cold life
in a small room with a view of nothing
exept,maybe, the wind or stars above!
Pass it on, and forget the ways of the wind
leave it dead or dying on the wet grounds
or let me swallow your life,the memories
of lost moments...remember the fallen!
Look into the destolate colors of yearning
and reach to me, grab the storm and it
will shelter you in thindar and rain, not to
again, be burnt by the sun,blazing sky!
Let me swallow your crown of thorns
and ripp of fthis face not even yours
torn,destroyed,raped by those tears
that were never even yours, not ours...
Let me swallow your thorns, and you
swallow me, let me shellter you in the
storm, and you give us new life...
Post je objavljen 19.09.2006. u 20:47 sati.