Pellinore
11-04-2008, 02:14 PM
In the green field,
flowers die,
where corpses lay,
raves teared apart the memories,
of the once,
green field and tender sun.
Now grim covers the shadows,
of our ravaged minds,
we lost our smiles.
grass turned black,
flowers turned dead.
our end is near.
everything dies,
even our dreams,
without a smile,
dreaming of death.
flowers die,
where corpses lay,
raves teared apart the memories,
of the once,
green field and tender sun.
Now grim covers the shadows,
of our ravaged minds,
we lost our smiles.
grass turned black,
flowers turned dead.
our end is near.
everything dies,
even our dreams,
without a smile,
dreaming of death.