Thy Bleeding Skies
Slumber
Darkened for a while
Will be the stream that flows
From birth to its fall
Tragedies will happen
Will push us to the limits
Of what we can resist
Pushed to the edge
Crushed to the ground
Emotions mixed upside down
We dwell in slumber
Blinded, the focus
That should let us stay secure
Of what there is to come
Bitter the tears
That we weep when the mist of time
Tries to dim our once cleared view
The edge is thin
Forced on your knees
A cold soul, indeed
To be or not to be?... to be
From Letras Mania