mercredi 21 janvier 2009

A burning sky

Take off your shoes my dear
You’re gonna hear
Even if you’re going to die
I won’t let you fly
Stay for a while
Stay all your life
I don’t blame you
Sure you understand, don’t you
My way is vengeance
But I have a clear conscience
I hear a constant shot
Me, you, it’s hot
So why not my angel
After all our future is Hell
Before leaving
Let me tell one thing
Today we take air plane
Tomorrow shall be air pain

2 commentaires:

FLG a dit…

The dark side of Julien's poetry, always and ever.

Julien a dit…

Pour vous servir ! ;-)