The possession of my soul

Δημιουργός: Michelangelo, Μιχάλης/Άγγελος

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Hope, what an impossible feeling Coming through every moment
without any gain, it serve us in our darkest hour.
So loyal
so far
far beyont this reality,
so frigile and in the same time so strong,
strong enought to crush armys
and weak
like a crystal rose
that falls apart
and crushes in a million screams
so as the despair.
When i read about that
i cant really blame someone
is it me or the fear
and then it fades.

Through the mirrors i can see
a new reallity
druging figures in mortality
figures that delay in time
and the fight
for the possession of my sight

In an paraller universe i am free
like a wheat
a golden spiral of sheet
And it will only colapse in darkness
befor the snow
burn them so low

Through the centuries i can see
meaningless intention
hazzard leopards graving redemption

So rude
long gone
in the void

Δημοσίευση στο stixoi.info: 30-12-2011