Metal

Metal
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terça-feira, 31 de maio de 2011

*46* The Gazette -- Taion PV



A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.

If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.

A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
And violence rapes me.

An understanding is impossible.

Why was I chosen? Someone should answer…

Please answer me it is a horrible dream.

How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I shouted many times with losing voice
There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter.

I persuaded myself, who had a dying voice and began writhing.

Not to lose for living.
I was drowned in the night when I feared and had a dying voice.
Please forgive my dying breath.

Please answer me it is a horrible dream.

How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I want to smile again at last.

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