Perdition

Hell's Island

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From now
Walkin’ down the street of blinds
No voice
Sounds in the ears if times
A town
Breaks the laws of fate
A pain
A lake of naïve mistake

As death borns from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition
And a crow looks at the passage
Of a breath has lost its perception

A black
Waterfall in the sky
No hope
To feel in a dark so dry
An instant
Makes a wound as a dream
Unheard pain
A lake where to bleed

As death born from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition

The thought becomes a thorn
Waitin’ for a meaning born
The silence in a storm
Waitin’ for a raising soul
Waitin’ for an opened soul