autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

Trashy light
Crawls under door
Blackened floor

And net of stars
Instead of roof
Enjoy the smell
The fog which fell
Is making us sleep

Lying under virtual
Shapes in the sky
we don't want to live
Don't want to die

When suddenly someone's
Knocking on the door
The sound is moving
From a wall to wall

Let your floating brain
Not touch the streams
Encapsulate feelings
And close your dreams

napísanísané:: 29.11.2007

prečítalo:: 1237 ludí