Talking blood and bones
Amon Din
Nothing’s there, In disbelieving eyes. In the wind, wind back old days. We are left to dwell in hands of Fate - It never cares. Alas, but so few are ill enough to see Behind sweetness, behind the scene, Once and always to be outside the rims, Always seek for forbidden things. And I envy the stones. Thing that never live, Never feel sorrow. And I envy stars. I would burn my heart To ease my soul. After all joy, After all fair and false deeds, After all hope I had and lost, I am here. And I am nothing. In the world of stones I’m talking blood and bones.
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