August began its slow descent Into the arms of winter Elongated shadows swept across rocks As they danced in starlight White hands yearned to stifle The chimes of children's cheer That hung in the air Like linen soaked in blood Their pink palms blistered Forced to grasp ragged ropes Wrestling with lurching sails Of anchored virgin vessels But urgent hands clawed the hulls And snatched them from the shore Sand lacerated unmarred skin That bled beneath waves Laughter faltered in their mouths And was torn from their throats Until clouded milk-white eyes Extinguished newborn stars Upon each day that followed from August to July Lines of crooked mourners bent double across the bay Lifeless flowers bled through silver foam Abandoned by listless hands bereft of faith Their bones grew old and wretched Black teeth crumbled into dust Grey rags fluttered in silence The last lament of forgotten love He does not bleed For the lives he stole No one grieves For the lives he stoleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
