autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

I bear my wings
On lean shoulders
Up on hill
So I can spill
In the air
Walking wet
I don't care
Where I'll get

Just blow my head
Into pieces
And take my hand
Rip rusty nail
So I get pale
And so I faint
Loosing mind
And loosing faith

I turn standing
Around and 'round
Getting sick
Minutes tick
My hearth shakes
In crazy speed
Of raindow drops
I try to bleed

Carying my feathers
To the glowing sun
I see a figure
It takes its gun
And the wings get red
It doesn't hurt
When darkness crawls
Out of dirt

napísanísané:: 6.2.2007

prečítalo:: 1104 ludí