Drum My heart is like a broken drum It can no longer sound There isn't any will to beat It's like a silent brooding mound
There is no will behind my eyes And all my hope is gone The only thing that is left Is the brooding of a song
The only thing that I care for Is my now bleeding soul The blood that pools within me Still filling a stained bowl
The blood that splashes brightly Upon the frozen ground Is slowly flowing from me And I fall without a sound
Siobahn Telrunya · Wed Dec 19, 2007 @ 03:38am · 1 Comments |