Proscenium
These Walls Bleed
Written in blood on these walls forgotten
Rotten wood but still present
The light as from angels cloaked eternally
Each day like each night
Wet of tears, breathing dust
An ocean of time
Just a thought away
I still hear her voice
Screaming
Steel against flesh
End of hope
Once again I hear her plead as these walls bleed
From Letras Mania