Gossamer
Entropy
Weeping at the sight of the skyline...Piercing the black shroudLike a cat scratching the curtains...But he can't let goStaring at the same dark moon...I feel the same persistent gloomTasting the same bittersweet pill...I swallow when I bend to your willDesiring the comfort of pseudo-death...That only sleep can provideCraving your passionate touch...Completing my stabilityMy soul becomes a spongeAnd then the eyes can openReleased from the meat-dollAnd all of its wants and obligationsIf only for a while(If only for a while)
From Letras Mania