Selasa, 17 Maret 2009

Memory

I can taste the dust wipe out my tears

When memory choirs upon the graves

Like the old times we share everything

Dancing the crazy wolf and singing the owl

Upon misery we run happiness

On a plate of rotten bronze

To swallow the fruit of emptiness

Everything is hollow since wind blown you away

My passion and desire committed suicide

Hanging on the ceiling of my broken heart

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