Ne ho scritte diverse di poesie però posto questa perchè ci sono particolarmente legata. I miei racconti vedremo, per la maggior parte richiedono stomaco
Su questa tra l'altro un ragazzo ha scritto la musica. Perdonate se è in inglese, ma è il testo originario. Per chi ha voglia ne trova altre a
www.nadja254.deviantart.comThe body awakes itself
Alll nerves are ready
waiting for something
waiting for nothing
that would never come
The sounds mask themselves
like images and pictures
Everyone transforms
Heaven looks like Hell
You are searching for
touching
You are searching for
Breathing
Insomnia kept you in her
sweet embrace
and you became slave
of your own mind
All the things around you
changes like kaleidoscopical
colours
They take life from
imagination without
control
Each noise became an
orchestra
and the soft bed transforms
in a jail
You are searching for
touching
You are searching for
Breathing
Insomnia kept you in her
sweet embrace
and you became slave
of your own mind
Walls start to move
and now begins the trip
The morning light
like death came upon you
And still there you are
like a soldier waiting
in the Jungle for your own enemie
and re-start the fight with
your own mind
to let you alive
You are searching for
touching
You are searching for
Breathing
Insomnia kept you in her
sweet embrace
and you became slave
of your own mind
And tears drop down...
