Spikes are falling softly on every step I represent
Because of the wall that was torn down without consent
And thus let the snow rush to leave me broken in strings
Again and again on a deserted field of silent rings.
At least if they were angry or in need to splash a sound,
But everything's still without remorse around.
Not even faking that it would give me the sun
Having in thought that nothing can be undone?

I cannot speak but in hesitating words
For sincerity has proven that it can fly like black birds
To swing some lies before my cell
And leave me numb inside a silent shell.

Then and now when I urge to say what I have inside
and remember that any line is denied
The spikes come crawling, but silent still...
and die inside my heart until...

Conclusion: when two hearts break, they don't break even.

Friday, 08 May 2009
12:08:20 AM