Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Like Being Cursed

Burning skins look for healing
Torn them apart so hard so mean
Running to hill brings to acheing
As blood in flesh begins to rinse

From dawn when it covers the eyes
To dusk when shillouette around the air
The coming and going are throw of dice
For nothing is thought as fair

Here comes the stone
Cracking the empty inside the bone
There comes the pain and agony
The further go the harder try

Across all borders crazily wildly
No forgiveness to those which mess
Along some rocks that are truly
As to welcome to wilderness