PD

I know what it means
But will you?
This is my regression
My free yell in hell.
Even in this last parade,
What you cal possession,
Has been already lost,
Through a slow fade.

Death, rebirth and my joke
On those game made by the voice
Makes you a shock.
I'll said it again
Why should it be a problem?
You've never respected
Any of it, but Its name
Burns your fears,
While I shout it loud.

On The First Day Of Loss [Pt3]

On the first day of loss,
Everything was strange.
Turning and not founding
Waiting for memories
Never came.
Wanting to sink
With that heart so free

On the first day of loss
There was only silence
The contact not ringing.
Out from the blank walls
Standing before the road
Furrow in the park
With the immortal comforting me

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

On the first day of loss
I don’t even remember
But it has become
The sum of all the days
Don’t remember
It’s the sum of all the days,
Since this, last, one.

This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
This comes only backwards
[When you leave it to the mind]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside is dark]

The process comes in the head
Comes in the head
Comes in the head
[When outside falls the night]

Monumento Funebre

Il mare di colonne
Sormonta la mia testa.
Una luce crudele taglia
La lustra pietra.
Schiacciato dal granito
Ho il respiro mozzato…
Alzo lo sguardo
Alla croce del cielo,
E miro l’arido baglior
Che avrebbe potuto
Illuminare il tuo volto,
E rifletterlo nel nero liscio
Contro cui t’avrei amato.
Pochi passi, mirando la linea cinerea
Del muro: sotto altri figuri
Mi scorgo vagare,
Non pesti ne oppressi,
C’anche ci colsero
Lo sguardo incrociare.

|| Released with the photo "Paranoid Walk" on Flickr