Once The Birds Have Come Out Again - Dec. 23rd, 2005
Breathe through me,
let your voice be not silent.
Give unto me this deepest regret.
Share with me talk not of contempt,
rather of a soul burnt while self defying.
Shining through bleed these failing dreams.
Love is lost an echoing emptiness,
the cold and bitterness becomes me.
As warmth is...
let your voice be not silent.
Give unto me this deepest regret.
Share with me talk not of contempt,
rather of a soul burnt while self defying.
Shining through bleed these failing dreams.
Love is lost an echoing emptiness,
the cold and bitterness becomes me.
As warmth is...