Monday 30 November 2009 photo 1/2
![]() ![]() ![]() |
Tell me the secrets of the night,
There's a contexture in the dark.
My blemished scales...
Trying to crawl out from myself
And it's not that I not beleive,
It's not that I not see,
It's not that I not want,
But I just can't
Feel you anymore.
My blemished scales, my bones in pain
Need someone I can pretend
Not to love, not to be with,
But to feel
The copy of the night.
I reveal everything:
"Good luck with your life" and give a hug
Ignoring me and answer
You just scare me
When you show yourself.
Annons