segunda-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2012

Intro


The sun was rising on earth.
The birds were coming back to home.
The dreams were dying in the imagination.
The cars were slowly start to function.
The heart of the deads were alive, beating.

You were late again.

The man already spoke.
The glass was already broke.
The bus was running away.
The drops were taking the floor.

You breath, back again in time.

The man never spoke.
The glass was in the wound.
The bus right away for you.
The sky all blue.

Hours, minutes, seconds
Running all damn fast.

The moon was rising in the sky.
The body of the woman was coming back home.
The dreams were starting to born in the mind.
The cars stopped the noise.
The heart slowly into coma.



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