Dead Angel ©14 oct. 2011
(une amorse de chanson en anglais de ma composition...)
This happened on a summer night
Dark cliché for a dark lawyer of love.
When she remembers the Act,
Her memories reflected in the mirror above,
She knows the Shadow is outside, waiting the moment
The good one for the evil dead-man to leave...
It was like a dirty secret
Probably the worse of her life
She took the risk to quit
Not to take a knife
A guilty conscience needs no accuser
Front of the truth of a deep scar