Ghosts

Δημιουργός: siameum, Ανδρέας Πατσαλίδης

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I will cry when the clouds embrace my skin
and the wicked rain begins to fall inside my dream.
No escape from the labyrinth I'm in
you can try to break the walls but you'll never succeed.

By the sunrise my scent will have no worth
and I'll try to disappear or to give it away.
Scary ghosts will win this round of dice again
where I'll place my soul in order to see what I'll gain.

You were born by the secrets which I keep
flying through the universes which I've never seen.
You can't reach me cause I'm far away from there
I'm a star and I will slowly fade in to the air

Being a beggar has just been my disguise
and I hid the truth away where it couldn't be found.
I seem helpless when I look at your face
but when all these years go by I will see you again.

All my thoughts are haunted by the ghosts
they look like the cards I marked when I tried to escape.
Now I'm praying to the mighty king of spades
and I'm waiting for the hard rain to fall once again.

Δημοσίευση στο stixoi.info: 09-11-2010