SILVERCHAIR
DEPTH
It is not for ever dead what she can attend, but with to
also pass of strange eras the death it dies... In the
dark of the night,
sat on the edge of a precipice,
I admire the beauty of the moon, its pallor is a
s the face of the death,
how hungry of souls it crosses the air contami
nating her/it...
Nothing... solo dark thoughts that torment my mind
blades of metal that pierce my soul,
blood that flows along my body..
Nothing is more main point;
the walk to be followed is long,I don't succee
d in seeing anymore,
I don't succeed in understanding anymore, I
cannot race anymore.
Morfeo winds me in his/her coppered mantle,
dead tears
they go down from the sky illuminated by the
sad moon,
while the wind grazes my body and
loneliness drags me in the valley of the death...
Nothing is more main point
I have lost every hope, the fire of the life burns
my ghost,
nothing exists besides the dreams, fantastic
worlds that cancel the reality...
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Post n°34 pubblicato il 31 Luglio 2008 da preteincinto
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