Paroles de Vendetta

Turn with still haunted face To the ghost in the water Sentence dealt without trace Silent rest in the water Fears revolve round one theme Smothered thoughts enter every dream As cold hands stretch through the night Their secret rests far from sight I look up for the sky Through the crowd on the pavement Briefly draw passers by Choose a cloud from the pavement And though deceptively clean No relief marks the final scene As countless feet tread from sight A stencilled shape chalked in white