The ((who))

by neverisme   Jan 15, 2007


I was running i still here
tearful eyes now am crying
staring my shadow is wiping
trying senseless feel nothing

dying blood is red following
burning before was frozen thought
blackness black dots beyond
long vale on ground am standing

listen the silence is too loud
can you are you (who) like me
emptiness is full of nothing
so far am wondering whats behind

breaths cold cutting laught
somewhere apart there again
questions filling my head
anti trust why not you

tell me he,s asking you
third one is me the 2nd is (who)
again face to face (who) and you

goodbye!

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