I know what the plan of futures are. The cry and the march of shame. Crawling to the center of what remains. . Look for the path to the shelterland. Crossing paths, conflicting times.
This is the room, the start of it all,. No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,. I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,. And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained..
As I lay dying at the eve of my days. There is a void inside me, hollowed by the years. . Time has made these scars, burned them in my soul. Mouldred this ugly figure of anguish and woe.
Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades. Swathed in regrets, deluded astray. Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair. Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair.
O darkness, if in thy arms I could rest. For a while and with these earthly eyes. See thy dim smile. . Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall. Hang the moon on the sky's arch.
What solemnity can be found in this death?. A traitor's smile, the honour of betrayal. . How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights?. What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart?.
Brought back from the silence. As darkness whitened into a day. Tried to weave the pieces together. Force the past away. . Mind weary of sorrow. Body tired from the way.
Trail amidst the snow-clad trees, winding is the way. Sunless is the path we roam, bitter is the air we breathe. Fell is the icy blast, coming from the hills.
A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth. of the outsiders, lawyers, police. A small price to pay for the dope and the guns. And the rape, it should all be O.K..
People runnin'. In the street. Looking for some. Meat to eat. It's in your. Dirty magazines. All across your. Tv screens. . Midnight riders. In the street.
What's left inside him?. Don't he remember us?. Can't he believe me?. We seemed like bothers. Talked for hours last month. About what we wanna be. I sit now with his hand in mine.