Plainter Of Memories

Up that morning lay the silence of frail,
Before the death lay a curse on the opening of the shade,
Triumph lie upon the crown of sleep,
Where I lay nameless,
Fictitious lies lay against my sickness, Drawn weak.

I carets the wind in my dreams,
Watching the silence lay straight,
I miss your speechful noise of love,
I miss every day light's trace.

No longer does this freedom seek silence,
But the last memory lies deathless in my soul,
Composing the bullet shot once,
Through the love for you,
My corpse was never caught raised sold.

I miss the constant whisper of my name,
I miss the frail bones you carried by figure the grim tainted stain.
I hold in consent the perilous love that only I feel pure,
Instead of the anguish that bitterly scratch the grim corpse in search of murder.

I love you,
Wonders the words of the weather the strife passing my face of sin,
The plainer of memories fill the humor.

Watching your smile's nervous stigma smile into my figures eyes,
I cut bleed the subtle fears of shame,
Denced in arms around my body,
I feel no demise.

The nameless of memories lay existence in my eyes,
Your love for me never me diminished,
For each game against my blemish.
And I smile into the frail windows of innocent locks,
Watching life pass my silence,
I'm lost of remorse.