Icarus...

The sun doesn’t shine, just weeps…

Shiny pieces of tears, slide through my hands…
Lost…
Through sand and sorrow…
Blind…
In the silence of the murdering voice that forsakes my heart…
Frozen…
In a dark garden…
Alone...

With the memories carved in my face…
Words of stone…
Feelings of ashes…
Me, myself and I…
A tear runs from my face and chills my spine…
Insanity embraces me,
I will rise the abysm…
Torn me and became a different thing…
I will call myself Icarus, the abysm flyer…
And I will fly, through valleys and seas…
Through the thickness of your soul…
Trying to reach the purity of a everylasting kiss…

Sometimes…
When I suddenly open my eyes … I can see me… Climbing and falling…

Flying the rocky shores of myself…