The melancholism
Of the sword of sadness
The beginning of madness
The ghosts of your past you carry on your back
The guns were loaded
But you felt empty
The kanon was fired
You swallowed the powder
You coughed like a man who knew fate was near
You took your loss and lost what was taken
Let the sand be the cover of the coffin that gave you the house without windows
But who needs a window when eyes are hollow , the voice is empty the tongue was sharpest and cut all the lines that you never did speak
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
The melancholism
Of the sword of sadness
The beginning of madness
The ghosts of your past you carry on your back
The guns were loaded
But you felt empty
The kanon was fired
You swallowed the powder
You coughed like a man who knew fate was near
You took your loss and lost what was taken
Let the sand be the cover of the coffin that gave you the house without windows
But who needs a window when eyes are hollow , the voice is empty the tongue was sharpest and cut all the lines that you never did speak
