torstai 7. helmikuuta 2013

Miles Militis

Tried so hard, tried to mark
Live apart, desperate depart
Simple decision, a thrown dart
Try so hard, rapture of heart

All the black, is really dark
Clean cut and crystal shard
Dumb opinion, dim remark
Number of souls living apart

Echoes of feelings,
of waking dreams
Empty the meanings,
of dead deals

Russian roulette of broken hearts
Sent away to unfaithful land
Flying metal and dying screams
Seeds of anger - we all plant

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