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by Laith Nov 18, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Mountains covered with white snow Naked trees paint the fear I know I am the infant that can't run away I am the piano too frozen to play As dead as the snow which falls upon The eyes that no longer sees the sun In the mind that is no longer mine I slowly die, in room 909 Inside a hotel filled with tales I sail in the reasons she fails All roots lead to this room I guess she led me to doom Such a stunning place to depart Bartering snow with the bitten heart That's when I know that she is back The woman hiding in cloth of black Death of deception I found in there I should've known from a smell of air As frozen steel cut through my veins The cloth of black with blood stains She runs with victory of ideal crime Not noticing that it's a matter of time An angel opens that door to save A betrayed soul that god gave Swallowed in the power of retribution I vowed to devote her soul to illusion Embrace the silvery blooded steel And give her one last thing to feel Found her after she disappears Crave to hear torture in my ears That day my thoughts Became wicked When She checked in the room she picked The same figure written on that door The ninth room on the ninth floor Here she was lying on that crib While the blade among her parts slip Hold the skull that you despise You can still hear that tongue lies Thrust that blade deeper inside See what that skin used to hide The daylight ruined my devilish murder Detained by the power of law and order And now I know that I had no right My vengeance made me lose my sight