Where words are hidden in puzzle of silence and pain,
and a shadow longs for existence,
I save some wet touches and a lil serenade
for my heart or the lost bodies of nameless solitude...
Here lingers no clean lenses,
dusty pictures of skeleton eyes.
Somehow. So many colors merged into black n' white.
A pain with no reason,
A metamorphosis of hidden love,
A blue bed of acidic dreams,
No one speaks a word,
Momentary smile, broken decades ago...
some silent souls,
as I walk down the passage
among thousands of dead...
And sometimes I wish the wheels stop spinning and dragging my life somewhere I don't want to go...
With my old red shoes and acoustic time, I would rather stay alone.