Ghost mind from Realtà assassina by Oltre Confine

With all my bloody tears
I was listening silent fears
the sound of no remorse
like a galloping horse…
Black shadows on your back
an axe that cuts your neck
illusions can’t be true
when I am killing you…
Dreams flow away
from your body.
Death is the only pray
for somebody!
Now with this knife in my hand
I don’t know what do you pretend
my mind is just like a ghost
with no chains, with no soul, and no rest…
Lost eyes in a mirror
of a land without hope called terror.
It’s the last chance for you to escape
not for me: for me now it’s too late…

(3 settembre 2002)

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