angry wind...

Your hair is drifted by the wind

My fingers crawl inside them

A vision coming from the past

Reaching my thoughts and haunt them

You're lonely more than you can bare

Rejection hits you hardly

You've cried, you've lied, but you're denied

the things I give you gladly

Your music is not of your own

Although you're great composer

I long the day you'll find the strings

I'll kill any imposer

You move your borders as you wish

You spend your value in bullshit

I'll break the bones of all the thieves

I'll put a nail between their eyes

and push it

Your hair is drifted by the wind

My senses shout for justice

The day will come that I'll be gone

I hurt myself for practice...

.φθινώπορο 2009
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