sonGs of oTher laNds

grave call

No light can I see, though dawn is here
No warmth can I feel, though the heat adheres
The noise of the world assassinates
Every moment I fear for the grenades

Life in the mud, a living hell
I'm living in my own grave, taking in the smell


*ahh.. i'll continue some other day... haha. I don't know how to go on."

posted by jessXW @ 2:44 AM