quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009

Haircloth


Memorize my fears while I try to comfort your pain
That´s the mistake I need the most
There still is blood in your hair
I couldn´t avoid your lies
Twenty years past of your gloomy life
So useful as a bible at home
Naked, lay down into a limbo of virtues
Insipid as your rising- a suicidal machine
Is that your tiptop world?