swimming on black wings of winds I am flying up in a gravely valley of my dream I am falling in the tub full of blood I am dreaming about crying portraits
I can not die - this night is so bright I can not cry - my eyes are so dry I can not wait - my blood is dying so fast in my black heart I can not be silent - the sore in my throath is so hot
the scream is burning the dram about crying portraits
