There’s no power.
There’s no will.
There’s no tomorrow…
Only the eternal moment of now.
Yes, a slave
Of a timeless moment.
A timeless memory
A timeless hope
To hear your voice
It’s Beauty kills.
Perfect tenor
Off deep voice
A choir of sounds
Memories of the future
A past hope.
Muted screaming
Of lungs in desperation.
Imprisoned winds.
Impatiens of a dying soul.
Exiled heart
To a solitude of echoes.
The termal moment of now
In hopes for your face…
mrdeluna 