Inkoherentes...

sábado, 16 de junio de 2012

To be seen

To be seen


Let them see my steps this afternoon
let me be seen staring
still not to late
time does not end...


Breathing air from water
forget the madness
stop time
could not
time does not return...



Hate the moment when you're not
not wake up if you're not
can we avoid a feeling?
no sense to be seen.



Do not forget you a sunny afternoon
i will not let any one time without time
quakes and tremors
can only be seen under the roof dirty.



Bloodstains on the carpet
the crackle of the stars thoug the glass
everything is too uncertain
the time does not return...



Hate the moment when you're not
not wake up if you're not
can we avoid a feeling?
no sense to be seen.


^^ Kais Kenneth ^^