Chasing dreams in our sleep
that might never be caught...
It's midnight
in my universe...
It would fall from clouded skies
It would leave it's trace in my arms...
On the morn of 14th October 1881
with a light wind that was blowing...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
Standing I stood on the cliff
looking out across the sea...
So long living inside the darkness
Light became foreign...
The suns beams rose of the empty field
And shone through the morning fog...
I admire the sky
Only on the cloudy days...
The sound of a clock ticking on the wall
reminds me that time is slipping away...
dark as a shadow
moving in the night...
"I Dedicate this to the honour of all those who...
So much hate...