Bloodfelt

Prickly winter sunshine dope, Seems the water has drowned the ice That had shaped the curse so long, Like the truffle creame, Painting lives with blood, despair Robust tears like storms.. Washing the clay away, Off the face of reality, Ruby pearls rolling down My thorny throat, That had gone astray, In the guts, imprisoned my naive soul Sings the freedom song, My eyes look up at the dark blue sky Images traced up in the mind, I see the face, that i had hurt, And the thorn grows a bit more, The tunes are heavenly, morose Blinds the childish ears.. As I retreat to my unholy shell, And silence had spoken on my behalf, Th face I had hurt is wild with words. The thorn grows a bit more, Piercing my throat, Rolling down were the ruby pearls.. That breathed in the winter sunshine again, I did cry, But the last song of my soul, Blinded the ears.