Six Hundred & Sixty-Six Days

by Chino   May 15, 2008


WIND BLOWING, MY SKIN ERODING
I HAVE STAND HERE FOR 5 YEARS NOT KNOWING WHERE IM GOING
I STOOD HERE WAITING FOR THE ANGEL I WAS PROMISE
SHE'LL BE HERE, I FEEL IT BUT MY CONSIOUS WASN'T HONEST
STILL NOT KNOWING IF I SHOULD WAIT
TILL ONE DAY I WALK AWAY
I WALK A COUPLE MORE HOURS AND I FOUND HER GRAVE
IT SAID SHE DIED FROM EXACTLY SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX DAYS

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