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geschrieben am: 02.06.2002 um 12:58 Uhr
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.:Sore:.
Yet another scar
on a skin so pale
Seem's like it always
comes that far
Is it fate to fail
To stumble in the hallways
of a life I've never wanted
before I can reach your heart
Yet I'm still haunted
and my soul plays its part
in this endless game
crying out your name
Your black art
tore my heart apart
and my hands got sore
from knocking at your door
A dying beast
only kept alive
by a bitter strife
by the pain released
Yet it would feel so good
to die in your arms tonight
and though I know it aint my fate
I still hope there would
be a chance, a ray of light
which no suffocation can procreate
Sors immanis
et inanis
rota tu volubilis
status malus
vana salus
semper dissolubilis
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris
-=morphos=-
(hoffentlich verzeiht mir Carl die kleine Anleihe ^_^ ) |
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geschrieben am: 03.06.2002 um 07:35 Uhr
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~Tired~
There are days
when I'm tired of living
when I want away from this place
when I see no sense in giving
my hate away, nor my love
and I stare into the sky above
The sun shuts my eyes
and in the dark I feel warm
I know time flies
an death comes like a storm
but I surely wont weep
if he puts me back to sleep
When my days are gone
like the setting sun
I'll set the horizon on fire
with my vision of a tomorrow
seen from the highest spire
when Belial my soul will borrow
ENDLESS
Swallow light and hope
you have cut my rope
which ties me to my life
you told me to go which I've
Now I appreciate every single pain
because my longing was invain
The sun shuts my eyes
and in the dark I feel warm
I know time flies
an death comes like a storm
but I surely wont weep
if he puts me back to sleep
When my days are gone
like the setting sun
I'll set the horizon on fire
with my vision of a tomorrow
seen from the highest spire
when Belial my soul will borrow
FOREVER |
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