Ophthalamia This Is The Pain Called Sorrow To The Memory Of Me
This paper have gone creased of all these dripping tears of mine but I won't change it so that you'll see my grief The grey cloudness heaven weeps in its painfull anguish the mistfilled morning outside is paralysing my mind my eyes are like to fading ravens on a snowfilled sky my features are as dying and fading as the rivers of love This is the pain called sorrow my scream echoes in the night this is the no-tomorrow my useless everlasting fight reality bleeds Snowdressed whispers gently fall down on silent ground if visions in beauty ...ahh under the stars the ancient trees watch my cry the horizon is filled with black bird singing moaning songs as my last breath caresses my lips... watch me leave Who lays a thought on me now as I lie here forgotten? my eyes memories have been wiped away the speech of my mouth can't be awaken no more my hair which once played with the wind have stopped it's game Don't wake me up!
