3 acessos
Noise
Flies around my ear
Slience
In the cold and mindless
Don't trace my footprints
Dig over buried memories
Words disgrace my future
Words weather the past
Don't touch me
Storm
Gulps my body
Whispering voice
Outcasted emotion wakes up
Gaze deprives my future
Words idealize the past
Shut up
Don't talk to me