jueves, 3 de marzo de 2011

6/11/10...imagination (L)

Falling...crawling...into the darkness
Seeing...feeling...my own death
Once it's place its eyes on you there's no escape.


Ripping...tearing...The left pieces of my broken heart
that noone will collect until all falls apart


In the hole where danger lives
there's a little girl begging for peace
she's done nothing
she starts crying
knowing that the devil won't let her go
that she's his prisoner, a lonely girl


Crying...filling...glasses of tears
where she tries to dissolve all her fears...



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