autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

Howling of werewolves
And myriads of frogs
At night in the forest
I stop all the clocks

I'm imprisoned in here
And I've been
Searching for an exit
But I've seen

No doors to lead me out
Or windows to see the real
And with every little
Simple movement I kill

One million of my cells
And the time just burns
Bring some more petrol
And fire which turns

My face into a ghost
There deep in the forest I
Eat biting ants and
With every stitch I die

And give myself to
The toxicated soil
Here I am screaming
Under the moon I boil

Shame I cannot take
Anyone with me to show
What's happening around
When pressure is getting low

napísanísané:: 8.4.2008

prečítalo:: 1180 ludí