Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Hanged Man

Simplesmente porque me apetece...

When you can still kill me,
when you can still cure me. Cure me.

Put your lace around my face
just like a fairytale
through the blank of my closed eyes
you can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna know
how deep have you truly flown

And it makes you wanna ride
through the fake suicide of someone
already dead inside

Still you walk with me, silently


Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me...

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