Grey...
walls of city abandoned
signs gradating , falling
raindrops
at the end of
May...
Grey...
broken glasses running
fangless ,empty casltes
silence
what a cloudy
day...
hey...
tell me which path did you
follow encanted , blinded
by the
colours of this
May...
hey...!!!!
strange whispers rising
nine ravens flapping
voices
asking you to
stay...
Pray...
Little Jesus bleeding
crucified and helpless
watching
from the chappel -
hey!!!
please forgive your servant
listen to these words that
no one ever dared to
say...
..they...
they have died sepherd
i have seen their blood dried
painting
red the sky of
May
HEY!!!!!
i was walking silent
through the field of murder
when i saw
that vision
..grey....
..now...
i wander frightened
searching for remains
and i have
nothing else than that to
say...
HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY
WHAT A WEIRD SEASON,
WHAT A CITY HOPELESS
WHAT A SAD
SAD
PLACE TO STAY.....
