To be is to do - Сократ. To do is to be - Жан-Поль Сартр. Do be do be do - Фрэнк Синатра (с)
читать дальшеMasquerade - Act 4
In which not only the mask dies.
So as the year has spent the meaning
Of all the hopes - the bitter days.
To learn the good within the griefing
To hope the best as I start to sink.
Why did I have to leave my fears
Behind the hills of loneliness?
Why did I have to find her here,
who loved the black behind my mask?
Hand scratching this face - for Christin and the days.
Blood dripping on dust - for the love I have lost.
My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans.
My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday.
This angels voice that fell upon
My fading life my fading lies.
Christine may you now mask
This dying naked soul of mine.
(c)
Dreams of Sanity
@музыка:
"Theatre of tragedy", Der Tanz Der Schatten
@настроение:
their dark trembling wings have buried all memories...
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