quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2009

Grey

Eternity
in vanity
enchant that cursed
ancient beauty,forever damned
the sins that don't mark your face
your soul covered with a curtain
revelead to scary eyes

Like a painting of woe
A face, with no heart

Velvet remorse cherishes
Your haunted conciousness
with a cruel sorrow
live forever young
the crows will never feast on your carcass

can't be touched
you're nothing but a reflection
not real
on your flesh no incision
what have you become
invinsible in the mirror.