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Sing me songs of farewell This red shaded dawn, Recite me lines about unknown - Please, recite them well. Let your tongue disguise the words, Make them look fair While I'm statued in life's ropes Tied to this porcelain cold chair. Speak loud, stand proud - Then look at me straight. Let your shadow strangle my neck, Bathed in my acid tears around. It's neither's fault, you say... Only this mischievious cicle A clueless timed canvas, That lead you feel this way. I can't scream, can't defend. I only let the ending end. Take your promises back, Take your tender looks too, Burn each of one's illusions, ******* their ashes, take them with you. Don't leave me your apologies, Your blured confusions... Just leave me here, In eternity's fusions Drowned in a heart attack. The years have passed away. My hands still tremble, mildly. Wrapped in pottery shards and blindly This disease have rot me inside It's what they say... In fact, I died at the bottom of the sea. The cure is simple and hopeless to me. Give me a pill of amnesia And my five o'clock tea.
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Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
A shadow's farewell
Sing me songs of farewell This red shaded dawn, Recite me lines about unknown - Please, recite them well. Let your tongue disguise the words, Make them look fair While I'm statued in life's ropes Tied to this porcelain cold chair. Speak loud, stand proud - Then look at me straight. Let your shadow strangle my neck, Bathed in my acid tears around. It's neither's fault, you say... Only this mischievious cicle A clueless timed canvas, That lead you feel this way. I can't scream, can't defend. I only let the ending end. Take your promises back, Take your tender looks too, Burn each of one's illusions, ******* their ashes, take them with you. Don't leave me your apologies, Your blured confusions... Just leave me here, In eternity's fusions Drowned in a heart attack. The years have passed away. My hands still tremble, mildly. Wrapped in pottery shards and blindly This disease have rot me inside It's what they say... In fact, I died at the bottom of the sea. The cure is simple and hopeless to me. Give me a pill of amnesia And my five o'clock tea.
Georgiana.S 2011
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Romanian
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
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