FACES (de Collage l'ante-Collège)

Faces

Faces push out of trees
Voices growing from their hollow eyes
Orbs as deep and as black as my throat
They seem to cry
But do I lie
If I say it could be singing ?
Silence occurs in broken glass shapes
Involved, are the clouds, in constant escape
No scare, no pride
Just a suicide
At my button hole
Red, like the rose

lyrics : Miss Victoria Davis music : Mr Jérôme David Suzat /  2002music

"Dominos, Cerceaux et Pompe à vélo". Quand je serai grand je détruirai le son, je saturerai la saturation, enfin, je ne parlerai plus qu'aux arbres.