miércoles, 29 de diciembre de 2010

Rain of Brass Petals Three Voices Edit

I am the first
a shadow at the end
of the hallway
I spin the carousel
the laughter recedes away
my finger on your lips
I stole something precious

I am the second
alone in a faceless crowd
a human caught
in monochrome dreams
I scream to wake up
my voice drowns deep underground
only the dead can hear me,
see me
I am the third
a master
a sentinel of awakeness
I hold truth like a torch
shadows flicker before me
rapid eye follow the
chain of thought
until the silence ends

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