4 acessos
tears of rotten dreams..
rivers of blood..
all enter an endless sea..
while after while..
each sleepless night..
each tiring day..
we walk the bottom
among the bones
hidden in the mud..
and world is our water
as life is just
the drowned..
miseries and delights
all still in us..
while we sleep
the pain from the past
become more rare..
and it will be gone with
my last breath!
on endless seas
we drift
in the cold blue suns...
dreaming the dead eyes
...they stare from below...