broken pens
drinking my tears as a love of sadness .
still I m solus, leaving the road
warming my self with the posinous tales
washing the dirt with the bleeding wounds .
feeling the fragrance of the numbness
again , and again .
all are saying the world is blind
here I m becoming the one .
only I listen my screams
only I see the tears
why I m...
still I m solus, leaving the road
warming my self with the posinous tales
washing the dirt with the bleeding wounds .
feeling the fragrance of the numbness
again , and again .
all are saying the world is blind
here I m becoming the one .
only I listen my screams
only I see the tears
why I m...