9 acessos
Mist blurred my eyes
Fear blocked my ears
I could not see
Inmost atrocities
Words...
Rip wide inner wounds
If spoken out like swords
As the prince spoke out daggers
Voices are too weak
To perceive secret sanity
As to be fault
As i still stand open-mouthed
So existence turns
Into a deadly sequence
Of pains overwhelming
Their own good precedents
Only i see my scars
Ripped again
I sustain my past expiating pain
Wounds seem to be healed
But memory still
Makes'em bleed
Time...
Time does not heal
When wounds are so real
And a heart dies alone
See this
Gout from the scar
Sign of
My inner death