Pillow-Weight Catastrophe
I’m sick of this season
Forever flashing in my mind
An atmosphere of treason
And misfortunes of every kind
All the surroundings of my life
Covered with a dark panorama
They represent all the strife
Plus the sorrow you caused, Ana
Emerged in an empty capital
I raise my head to look around
The place where you made me fall
Marked with an eternal bound
The clock ticks slower everyday
I’ve been cursed for way too long
With nowhere to go I’ll run away
Marked with everything that’s wrong
Walking down a no name avenue
Embraced by the eidolons of sorrow
Remembering the faces I never knew
That will condemn me tomorrow
Thank you for reading :)
PS: The name is Portuguese só it's not an error xD
by
Brighentiposted on 02/05/2008
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