Catarse

Between icons hidden into ashes
my bruises got so scared
I put them to dry
and they always dry
leaving me puzzled with my
worst nightmare
you won't ask me why I keep
making it hurt
If I tell you I need it the
most
But only the essencial
when love shares
what's the essencial
what do you need
when only sentimental
thoughts can reach
need more strenght to breath
more heart to beat
pay to feel the air through