terça-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2008

The words of a child

Spread the ashes to the stars as my wings burn upon your shadow,
See the scars the fill my face, becoming my being, incomplete and hallow,
Burn the autumn leaf in your head, watching it disappear trough the eyes of the Capricorn,
In the end all words are spoken, your curses weren't lifted but sworn.

Hear the sound in the black of the night, as the wolves cry to the moon,
Run away, into the nothing, the haunt begins, they'll be here soon,
Your string of life as made it's last stretching, the sound is now mute,
Scratch the surface in the search for safeness, reality is the horror, love the root.

The wind whispers to the sky words of knowledge and murder,
The blood in your hands are you tears, from the lie that you couldn't take any further,
Reply to the voices in your head in plain street, regretting another compromise, another reprise,
Dance at the rain because you can't take it any more, you're made of fire, burning with desire.

Complain that you can't handle the truth, that you're the end of the stage,
Walk once again in the shadows, retaining the tears, all made of rage,
The waters move towards the floor, handling the fall with peace,
Watching you waiting, breathing, running, continuously upgrading your pace.

What more is to be said,
Bewitched by your eyes,
Watch the words of the child, "you're sad",
Then blood doesn't run in your veins.

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