refused on the bone

Blind dark without light
Who feel no sense of real
Wait and hope a million dreams
Of taste that can not be denied

Heart who always shout
With the freedoms that absolute
Can he let out the inner voice
Or ideals and love for the sacred

For a moment all was silent pensive
For a punctured liver in
Despite all the crashing waves of time
Always accompanied by singing verses of the ghost

Devil in the glass
Rankle the peeling
Life that seemed like paper
Destroyed when heavy rains