martedì 23 giugno 2015

Waiting the end. -before detah-



Hanging me, I fall down in a sea
myself like crazy, choked with emotions.
Drink a cup of green tea,
see at the bottom our actions.
like a moon fall.
like a your call.
like a voice small.
like a memories wall.

Waiting my soul,
I'm a little star,
in little garden foul
I can shine like a bipolar.
Flash like a moon fall.
like a your call.
like a voice small.
like a memories wall.

I'll end up in hell,
for this life blend.
I follow the dead bell
Waiting to the end.
like a moon fall.
like a your call.
like a voice small.
like a memories wall.