sexta-feira, 30 de julho de 2004

screaming your clouds away

once your blood has been completely drunk
when you feel there's nothing left to feel
the cold sensation of having nothing more to say

the terrible silence
echoes inside your emptiness

the gentle sound of goodbye
the warmth just begs to leave you

there's nothing to look at
but you still search the blank in the wall

what you hear
is just the sound of screaming your clouds away