terça-feira, 13 de abril de 2010 by Ismael
In a colorful gleam
The sky begins to cramble
Leaving a thin shade of steam
surrounded by blood bubbles
A foul taste stains my mind
And a putrid breath unbinds
the numb sensation of death
That gets me closer to Seth
A life confined to the glass
fullfiled of acoholic stress
Indeed sad is the existence
that leads me to my senses.
The sky begins to cramble
Leaving a thin shade of steam
surrounded by blood bubbles
A foul taste stains my mind
And a putrid breath unbinds
the numb sensation of death
That gets me closer to Seth
A life confined to the glass
fullfiled of acoholic stress
Indeed sad is the existence
that leads me to my senses.