Pemberley Winter
Poeta asiduo al portal
In the wrong world
With the wrong words
With broken images
The beat of my heart stopped
No more dreaming of the word yes
No more dreaming of the good things.
Be black, think black
Think of the dark.
I'm done
I came back to the shadow
No more dreaming of the faith or even fate.
That voice, it melts me, I know it's amazing.
Take me to death.
No more dreaming of love,
Nothing at all.
I'm ready to be a body without life.
I'm ready to be blind ´till the after life.
No dreaming of the day, it all ends today.
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Pemberley Winter
With the wrong words
With broken images
The beat of my heart stopped
No more dreaming of the word yes
No more dreaming of the good things.
Be black, think black
Think of the dark.
I'm done
I came back to the shadow
No more dreaming of the faith or even fate.
That voice, it melts me, I know it's amazing.
Take me to death.
No more dreaming of love,
Nothing at all.
I'm ready to be a body without life.
I'm ready to be blind ´till the after life.
No dreaming of the day, it all ends today.
Copyrights Reserved
Pemberley Winter