the awakening
no creo poder encontrarme. fuera de este silencio. silencio y sombra.
silencio y sombra.
un fantasma
como le puedes ganar a un fantasma!!!!!
como puedes ganarle a un fantasma!!!!
como ganarle a la sombra de un fantasma!!!!
mi tiempo se consume como un papel encendido por las llamas de una vela
el fuego es el q llora lagrimas de cera q el papel grita atraves de las palabras
q se extingue con cada ceniza q nace del terrible dolor q sobrepasa el pensamiento..
habla... habla... hablaa por si sola la nota q se eleva al cielo divino.
percebida solo por los dioses traducida en palabra
palabra palabra palabras paganas pronunciada(s) por los paganos muertos
el eco de la voz del muerto resuena en las catacumbas de la prision
PERDONAME. exclama la alma perdida.
el eco es la voz del muerto.
la soledad es caprichosa y celosa
soledad eres caprichosa y celosa.
no me sueltas y espantas la primeravera
con los frios amaneceres de un invierno
q ya extendio el limite de su vida.....
dejame ir soledad. soledad. soledad soledad soledad soledad
repetir repetir repetir repetir en constante
im growing cold. dimisnished in to darckness. shrunken in too one little thought
no more no less than
what there is than what there was. and what will be.
a growing thought of a silent dream. drifting in to it forever more.
there is no way out. where only you can find a gap in the middle
where only a ray of light blurs the sight of my eyes.
i grow dark. i diminish drifting away in the the darckness shrunken in to one little
so small it fits in the corner eye of(that whole in the doornoob.)
thought no more no less..
i wish it could fall silent. like the water drops of the fauset.
i wish the vioce of the dead could die a second death
make it last no more away from this cold shreded dream. like a winter mourning.
pale and golden as the first sunlight that touches the soft cheeks of the sky.
breaking smothly thru the window.. resting delicatly in the flok of hair
is there no end to it all? is there no last breath in the depth to a drowning fish.
is there no right to a crazy wrong headed deaf? could i find no truth in the shakling bones of
my own dying corpse? has time left all that was once bold. breaking thru the cunning knife of
the livving proofe that iI AM forever; lasting.... importal... eco. drivin before the cold
heart ache of the lost true love, ageing before my eyes. numb beneath my hands.
i taste no more the sweet honey of the rose that splintered my finger long ago.
is there no absolute end when all reason has abandoned my mind is there no control over
my body when all hope dies. i am tired. asleep in this dream. in the awakening of my field.
i have died oh so long ago. there is only a shade that covers the darkness that grows and
devoures the light that goes thru my eyes. i am soulless. i have givin it away maybe with out
even noiticing it. i wish i could sleep. i am tired. tired tired tired and old. old old old
i am brown in the edges. stained by marks i can not remember. i have made this long enough
silencio y sombra.
un fantasma
como le puedes ganar a un fantasma!!!!!
como puedes ganarle a un fantasma!!!!
como ganarle a la sombra de un fantasma!!!!
mi tiempo se consume como un papel encendido por las llamas de una vela
el fuego es el q llora lagrimas de cera q el papel grita atraves de las palabras
q se extingue con cada ceniza q nace del terrible dolor q sobrepasa el pensamiento..
habla... habla... hablaa por si sola la nota q se eleva al cielo divino.
percebida solo por los dioses traducida en palabra
palabra palabra palabras paganas pronunciada(s) por los paganos muertos
el eco de la voz del muerto resuena en las catacumbas de la prision
PERDONAME. exclama la alma perdida.
el eco es la voz del muerto.
la soledad es caprichosa y celosa
soledad eres caprichosa y celosa.
no me sueltas y espantas la primeravera
con los frios amaneceres de un invierno
q ya extendio el limite de su vida.....
dejame ir soledad. soledad. soledad soledad soledad soledad
repetir repetir repetir repetir en constante
im growing cold. dimisnished in to darckness. shrunken in too one little thought
no more no less than
what there is than what there was. and what will be.
a growing thought of a silent dream. drifting in to it forever more.
there is no way out. where only you can find a gap in the middle
where only a ray of light blurs the sight of my eyes.
i grow dark. i diminish drifting away in the the darckness shrunken in to one little
so small it fits in the corner eye of(that whole in the doornoob.)
thought no more no less..
i wish it could fall silent. like the water drops of the fauset.
i wish the vioce of the dead could die a second death
make it last no more away from this cold shreded dream. like a winter mourning.
pale and golden as the first sunlight that touches the soft cheeks of the sky.
breaking smothly thru the window.. resting delicatly in the flok of hair
is there no end to it all? is there no last breath in the depth to a drowning fish.
is there no right to a crazy wrong headed deaf? could i find no truth in the shakling bones of
my own dying corpse? has time left all that was once bold. breaking thru the cunning knife of
the livving proofe that iI AM forever; lasting.... importal... eco. drivin before the cold
heart ache of the lost true love, ageing before my eyes. numb beneath my hands.
i taste no more the sweet honey of the rose that splintered my finger long ago.
is there no absolute end when all reason has abandoned my mind is there no control over
my body when all hope dies. i am tired. asleep in this dream. in the awakening of my field.
i have died oh so long ago. there is only a shade that covers the darkness that grows and
devoures the light that goes thru my eyes. i am soulless. i have givin it away maybe with out
even noiticing it. i wish i could sleep. i am tired. tired tired tired and old. old old old
i am brown in the edges. stained by marks i can not remember. i have made this long enough
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