Sunday, 27 February 2011

If this song could speak…

Surrounded by a wall of chaos, big fuzz pedals plugged into my cold veins, deafening drums banging away ba ba ba ba ba tatatatata , yet I hear an angel whispering in my bleeding ear:
-          Follow me , come higher, higher, pay no attention to the darkness

Wild wind of madness, twirling into an unstoppable hurricane of vice.

-          Where can I find you?
-          You can’t yet, you’re not ready. Soon you will know...