Published 18 χρόνια πριν in Rock

Passing By Towers

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										All that I ever wish, is climbing towers. And everything was in place. In boards I stand and wisdom loved to be in my head... And suddenly I've been awaken... By nightmares of truth, Deversing my mind. I kept n crying for sun to come and words to slave me again... But truth is that i couldn;t reach my dreams again... I had absorbed my time in dreamland for some meaningless passion... A cursed one i call myself... In days my trust become sadness, My worth become dark shadow, my hands shaking, My life get killed... And illness break my heart... Every person that i know tell me that i will suicide... Every person that love me, tell me that I have a certain appetite for awareness but my lythargic truth gives me death to play with... So I made myself a tragic person... A shadow that can fall and cover a person like angel wings... Here I am... You can murder me...									


  • Dimitris Lampos

    ... τα αγγλικά σου κομμάτια... έχουν κάποια λάθη και είναι κρίμα γιατί έχεις κάτι να πεις...αλλά ίσως πρώτα πρέπει να διαβάσεις... διάβασε λοιπόν Byron, in english, and a new spectrum of meanings might flourish in front of you... καλή συνέχεια. Υ.Γ. Τρώμε τα χρόνια μας μιλώντας για το θάνατο, ενώ, καθώς είναι το μόνο βέβαιο συμβάν στις ζωές μας, δε θα 'πρεπε να μας απασχολεί τόσο. Ίσως θα ήταν καλύτερα να μιλάμε για πιο αβέβαια πράγματα, όπως π.χ. ''θα πετύχει ο μουσακάς;''... keep writting

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