segunda-feira, 17 de setembro de 2012

Slave Of Myself

Shouldn't we all fall deep?
The reason behind our trick,
And the healing for the sick,
Is to die beneath;
The diseased and painful world,
For the sake of what's been told
In the scenarios of chaotic madness,
And the sorrows of my sadness.

Take away all of my pain,
I would live among the drops of rain...
And the eyes shall tear,
And the cold shall not fear.

We run the past like miserable slaves.
According to the endings of my heart,
My faithful darkness cannot fall apart.

And the anchors which drag me,
To a sea so profound,
My wounds are meant to be,
For a magnificent, fearful ground.

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