Mournful Gust - Let Me Feel It Dead...

The knives pierce the flesh
By the hand that were so tender
I see the face and your character
So apathetic like the breath of the grave

I'm waiting for…
Still waiting for…

Cool summer morning lulls
These touches by silk sheets
And sadness melted in throat
Like a sweet wine of hope
Your breath is drunk and lures
Let the moment freeze for ages
And I want to believe

I'm waiting for…
So waiting for…

These wounds could never heal
Torn scabs bleed with memories
Excited nerves make me growl
For the sake of dying

Let me feel it dead
Please, let me feel it dead

When memories haunt me
I close my eyes before the dawn
There is no place for you inside a dying heart
I'm waiting for these words
Still waiting for the poetry that will revive my song

Oh, let me feel it dead