17-01-2011, 01:08
Kolejny tekst do muzyki podchodzącej pod screamo/modern hardcore. Prozą pisany, co by łatwiej śpiew do niestworzonej jeszcze muzyki dopasować.
The emptiness haunts me every night, nothing seems to be bright. There's no hope for better days without softness of her breath and lips. I feel so down, when she's silent as dead rose. The wind touches her fragile flowers, she's gently whispering song of silence straight to my ears. Her voice plants a seed of peace in my soul. My mind is outta control, when I see her lovely eyes. Her skin is like a perfect velvet, which makes my senses so mad.i'm like lone wolf tryin' to hunt one her gaze.
The emptiness haunts me every night, nothing seems to be bright. There's no hope for better days without softness of her breath and lips. I feel so down, when she's silent as dead rose. The wind touches her fragile flowers, she's gently whispering song of silence straight to my ears. Her voice plants a seed of peace in my soul. My mind is outta control, when I see her lovely eyes. Her skin is like a perfect velvet, which makes my senses so mad.i'm like lone wolf tryin' to hunt one her gaze.
