tragedy has spoken the wolves all gather around with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare they wish me on my way so cold inside this shell give me to the earth the dreams that | |
I deserted the passion | |
I would not release the path | |
I left untreaded the mask that | |
I refused to wear existance left unnoticed desire in my bones so dry and silence in the virtue all so quiet - all so still | |
I can feel them watching feel the seconds die can hear them laughing from above they wish me on my way |