Luyện nghe bài hát Failure In The Process Of Identifying A Dream

shadows are freed to hover... the wintry landscape,
from their mated-masters,
they seem serene has they childishly.
has for my soul... it is floating some greyish magenta,
watching me losing from a good distance...
is dimly shinning,
and is desperately trying to the pale wall of mist, blurring his vision.
I cannot describe this weariness in which I am drowning,
yes... it is the darkest day that I've ever experienced.
yet don't seem so heavy anymore,
it seems or less constant and relentless?
slips over me like rain usually does on soft skin...
cold as stone.
I'm overwhelmed by sudden state of neutrality... of weightlessness.
I am lost trough an heaven...
I that I am no longer alone in my foreign journey,
around me they silently, those little aerial beings.
little angels of whispering music to my hear, exquisite yet inaudible.
I cannot understand a thing of what saying.
silence is the beauty that I behold, profound has an slumber,
holding the of dreams.
blindly I follow, for I am simply drugged by their smile.
I stop... not now, so close...
(to the unknown) frost is gradually spreading my veins,
and my darkened heart,
crystallizing my blood its passage...
luring me far away from what I might have once home...
those little spirits are slowly me, with purity.
I now that they want me to die an horrible death,
has much has else.
and frankly, I don't care anymore...