Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Silence

Evening breeze
The pulse is caress
Feel cold and stiff
I don’t have anyone here
Light and laughter
In every corner
What is it with my heart?
It feels empty
In the middle of the city
Everyone is screaming
But this lips locks
Watching my behavior
Sitting next to my dead body


Watch again everything that I've done
On the silver screen
Where there's no sun
Then asked my heart, "is that me in the past?"
My body is weak and I could not speak
No power and no chance
Just to live again
Because I'm the dead body
Feel the sadness that nothing stops

Sadness that there is no peace

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