Asylum Party
Pictures
Something broke one dayAnd he stopped talkingSomething broke in the headYoung child stopped looking outSomething talks awaySome shrieks of laughterBesounding in the airAn inner call to be lovedTake off those picturesThat make me cry, that kill meSomething comes too lateLower than whispersSomething has come too lateThe mad desire to be here again
From Letras Mania