lunes, 30 de abril de 2012

Caress of darkness



It is dark
Dark like me
And it heals my sorrows
Tears me free

Darkness
That makes me blind
And makes me see
That makes me numb
But makes me feel
Erase who I am
Keep the world dark
Make me understand

I´ve cried my last cry
I´ve sung my last song
I´ve sought every lie
Mourned what was wrong
Thus being what I´ve become
Though I should no longer long
There is one more ting I crave:
To feel the trace of a whisper
Echo in my grave.

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