quinta-feira, 29 de novembro de 2012

Cold Dimension

The laughter face
Surrounds itself
The deceitful eyes
Dry out
Until the late cries come out
Illusion on the corner
I'm only something physic
And they try to call me
But I refuse to turn realistic
Living in the cold dimension
In the cold

Walking on the stone
The pavement burns my body
My skin as cold as it is
From underneath the steel
To the top of my mind
I can only become real
Ordinary and paralyzed
Flesh ripped off my hands
Haunted blood
The nonexistent days
The desire is too much
Everyone is gone

There is only me
Living in the cold dimension
And everyone is gone
To the nonexistent days
And I could find the joy
The perfect world


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