The night, so dark, so beautiful, as your eyes
Endless lethargic frames of mind
Winds of sorrow divide my soul in pain
The past is a current live…
Thousands of broken pieces of sharpened glass
Reflect my cold emotions in the empathic ways
Of my desperation
Wandering in the coldest depression
In front of so many nameless graves
In this pessimistic burial ground
Where so many tombs were forgotten…
I dwell in the sewers of life…
Thousands of broken pieces of sharpened glass
Reflect my cold emotions in the empathic ways
of my desperation
The night, so dark, so beautiful, as your eyes
Endless lethargic frames of mind
Winds of sorrow blow my sick reflections
To Where so many tombs were forgotten… |
