Loud shadows, creeping, gathering, waiting to scream
Senseless rivers of red forever flowing
The meeting of the minds in a field of dreams
The echoes of time faintly whining
A pillar on quicksand reaching for the sun
Transparent faces with deep eyes watching
Fist clenched and heart wide
A quick swallow, emptiness starts to run
Faces, places shifts my weight around
Caged in fiends grip …
MadHorse - 2002
1 commentaire:
Wow C beau!!!
... and i LOVE the pic :)
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