Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Frost Bite

 Indoctrinated to the wishful sin
Here comes again the aborigine
Satanic spaces have started to scream
Baby this fire is beyond your dream.

Like the end of shower with a thunderclap
The moaning bird gives final flap
Follow her trail down the empty sky
For they are beyond you and I.

Its me again craving for you
Feelings are doing what they intended to do
Happiness you deserve, your tender smile
And the rest satisfaction is mine.