The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

lunes, marzo 24, 2014

lunes, marzo 03, 2014

torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life,
he was warm, he came around like he was dignified,
he showed me what it was to cry.
Well you couldnt be that man I adored,
you don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for,
but I don't know him anymore.
There's nothing where he used to lie,
my conversation has run dry,
that's what's going on, nothings fine Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel,

I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor.
Illusion never changed into something real,
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.
You're a little late, Im already torn...

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