Author: Thianne (Vale)
Disclaimer: it's all original, all mine. if you want it (i can't imagine why, but....whatever) just tell me
Feedback: is very much appreciated
Title: no title for this one...
Date: 11-03-2007 (mm-dd-yyyy)
It seems that in every moment
folly of a different color
comes, brought by the wind
comes, and bring torment
Fragile heart, heart exposed,
fast arrows pierce the woods,
they hit their mark, i warn you, it hurts
i can't move from my place.
Nothing around, i turn, there's emptiness
It's vague, blurred, so fast
sounds, screams, the "click" of a picture
earlier still, what is now in motion.
A whip, it hurts, pain
from here, there, tortures the body
it burns me, it wakes me, it helps me, warmth
no light, no darkness, it hurts, fervor
No more a street, not even a path
i search, look, i got lost
tears, cry, there's not armony anymore
it's all just a great folly.
It hurts, it hurts, in every part
It hurts i'm tired to be wounded
It hurts, it hurts, don't know if i should call you
it hurts and my heart closes in compartments.
No more attacks from the world outside
oh heart of mine, i'll protect you
faithful heart, heart eternal,
the world now is still again...
it sounded *so* much better in italian....
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"When you get excited about something, one might imagine you as a small, maniacally grinning rubber ball, which someone throws at the wall in an enclosed room, and goes bouncing off every surface for about 15 minutes." - Mudrat
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