Testo di Consolation In Silence

Goddess of weather Spins her wool in my ear Gossip and woes of angels I do hear Unknown vile I keep inside Dwindles and disappears When she is by my side She sings her song Her praise of life That I know not of My journal lay unopened in my lap It has not opened since the day I began to rot Cannot someone smell my rot in the air? Cannot someone smell my decomposition? Cannot someone free me? Free me as I live As I live but I am dead I am dead I am dead I am dead