joi, 11 noiembrie 2010

...confused...


My hands are bound behind my back
I can't control my fear, my tears
I see your pain, I see you suffer
I see you leaving, I see you dying
You see this ashes, falling from the sky?
Is actually my weakly soul, which left this poor earth in a rainy day.
My mind, my spirit, my body
My everything
... is dry.

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