Forgotten Tomb
Shutter
Shutter – where have you gone when the storm has come?Run away as always, your pride asleep won't hurtI've seen a thousand faces, all void as yoursI've seen a thousand lives, all gone as yoursNow – the curtain fallsUpon the deeds of yoursAnd leaves the bitter taste of absenceShutter – where have you gone when your turn has come?An empty seat remains, the stench of coward fills the airAnother teenage angst, another waste of lifeThe prototype of failure, a human piece of junkNow – the curtain fallsUpon the deeds of yoursAnd leaves the bitter taste of nothingnessShutter – close your eyelids to the worldSo you cannot see what you becameA prisoner of lifeA prisoner of your own life.
From Letras Mania