quarta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2008

A Seat

There you are,
swinging and running your fingers between trees,
you´re breathing slowly, the path is tightly
tied to the ghosts of your burned wings

Through hours of silence,
i heard your voice outstand the screams
you´re bringing down every concept
every part of you i had in me

Escaping, sliding through my hands
Your skin cracking,
demanding hours of uncanny dreams
This is your own river
You´re lost in there,
and don´t you know, it´s a long way to go
Until we meet something worth the price

Of these endless boundaries!

You took that car,
and went running through wastelands
you´re crying silently, just so defenseless
i could even wonder why you breath

But here you surprise us
you´re back in there with no good news
and they´ll wait for you
just until this dying soul is healed
inside the shadows of your decadent blues

Escaping, sliding down to your knees
Your smile cracking,
demanding hours of uncanny weeps
This is your only fear
You´re lost in there,
and don´t you know, it´s a long way to go
Until you fall asleep and dare

To feel hatred´s silent ecstasy.

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