quinta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2009

There are no angels to greet me
Nor demons to grieve me
All my eyes can see
Is my guilt roaming free
Running away so fast...
From the feeling suposed to last
Maybe it arrived from the dark past
Or from the future of the same past
Nowadays it felt so wrong
No matter how strong
Once it was felt
It isn´t strapped in my belt
All i once saw
Through your bleeding jaw
Isn´t there anymore
I can beg for more
But it exists no more
And here I lay
Thinking of that day
When i felt perfection
And an enduring satisfation...

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