Posted by Punk4th on August 03, 2004 at 04:18:57:
The air exhales a scent of dead romance
Resting on white clouds of stone
My other self is lost in thought
While painting tales of views unknown
I`m enchanted by implicit words
Embraced by songs in monotone
I can`t escape the honesty
It haunts me when I`m all alone
The sky is falling to the ground
Burdened by my enslaved hands
I`m questioned by the consequence
Caving into fake demands
And now I`m bound by what I feel
Sheltered by a will of steel
Delusions shaped my point of view
The day I layed my eyes on you