Sweathog
04-26-2003, 03:45 PM
A space so full of silence,
a silence so full of sound.
Down the muddy paths,
where the graves grow under the ground.
Cherubim and serafin present
old candles, dead flowers
their clothes.
In a place so full of memories,
in a space so full of sound,
in a place of worn out worries,
there grow graves under the ground.
a silence so full of sound.
Down the muddy paths,
where the graves grow under the ground.
Cherubim and serafin present
old candles, dead flowers
their clothes.
In a place so full of memories,
in a space so full of sound,
in a place of worn out worries,
there grow graves under the ground.