Blood Drips off the Town, Now.
The wind blows strong and smells like bonfires,The dead leaves can dance, now
And the dead trees fall down, now
Ráfaga
and I drink in Autumn as the syllables drip complacently.
I am feeling tornadoes,
pruebo tornados
Blood drips off the town, now
Los tornados caen de mis ojos, ahora
I am feeling the rain,
pruebo la lluvia
Blood drips off the town now,
La lluvia gotea de mis venas, ahora
The sky is a promising orange, and
The whisper of the wind in the rye sings menace
Catch me, catch me,
The earth waits in silence
Wind dries up the night, now
Orange dries up the night, now
I am feeling tornadoes,
Blood drips off the town, now
I am seeing everything
I am seeing nothing
Everything is dead, now
Blood drips off the town, now
Todo está muerto, ahora
Blood drips off the town, now
Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-09-17 at 20:11
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