lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009

For all things

Life passes, time runs
as I perfect my art, the only thin that separates loneliness from depresion
An art so complex, so kind, so important.

For all the things that breath and cry, they also feel they also die
Perfection shall be your name, beauty your rank, while I perfect my art.

the clock ticks, no strings attached to my neck tonight
The desire for not having a heart
and my feelings now lie on the ground dying
they have no eyes, but I know they see me, crying

For all the things I felt, pain, rejection, take me
Why cant I scream myself out of here?
If Im not yours I wont belong to anyone anymore...