Dolorian (In The Grey)

Feb 06, 2008 00:49

Crimson drops against the mirror,
Steps of time are getting clearer...
Slumber chains you to the silence 
Of your lethargy.

Memories crawl from outer corner,
Eerie whisper calls you loner.
You were born through twisted torture
Of my empathy...

Out of the womb - into the grave.
From demigod - into a slave.
Just look into your
Bleeding eyes...
Arise!

From ashes - to the fire.
From jewels - to the mire.
The hourglass is broken...
These specks of glass and sand
Are running through your hands,
Like words you've never spoken...

I'll meet you in the grey.
Someday. 
Away. 
Astray.

творчество, schizo, in english

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