Where the sun never shines
where the moon is not bright
where the fields full of mines
whereas do the people only sigh
well, that is the place I remain
in this endless depressive state
a place you’ll never see the rain
on a the edge of a hollow cliff
hate, regret, guilt, sorrow and pain
As soon as you read this letter
the moment you think it’s all over
laughs echoing around
the small world moves aside
leaving no place to stay
a sweet welcome to a living nightmare ahead
songs from broken chords and dust
a falling rain rhythm on above
a stab towards me as a quick thrust
my blood falling down my feet below
and then the nightmare faded out
in the sky did the clouds above split up
to let sight to the dazzling stars above
so the darkness cleared out and left
for I woke in a puddle of my own mud
as I gently saw my flesh to receive death
1 comentarios:
kinda sad, kinda ironic, how the void may be source of creation for such beautiful passages.
keep it up, dude: Can't rain all the time.
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