Putting Holes In hap

Grafica con effetti glitter

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...