The Shadow Of My Silence
Oh my dazzling and remorseless rose
What is the other name of your shadow?
It reflects my dig and makes a hell of a noise
To be ashamed of your swallow
Of my empties
Of my burn out
Of my blow- up
I had forgotton where you've grown
All roses are silent if you are tell the truth
Oh the dignity of my soul
I must have been there if you put up with my existance
How long have you been in my conscious without my will
Gloves are self- centered while they are falling
Although they may not be noticing
That is when I'm not believe in the colour of the ...