Saving me…
Killing me…
I am immortal
I am your soul
That reflects in your eyes…
I am your dream
That comes back
When you bleed and cry…
I do more intense
Your pains and fears…
In your sinister openness
I will find finesse
Of the our eternal play…
So heartless
So shameless in me…
In your imaginary height
I’ll hang you on the moon…
And you’ll don’t be afraid
When I come closer… Soon…
I am your enemy
I am afraid
Of the glair of your cold emerald eyes…
I’m your insanity
That beats in your head
When you fall in my prayer and die…
In fit of passion
I’ll throw off the mask
And slowly dissolve in the dusk…
The fear will blossom
In your diseased heart…
In your imaginary height
I’ll hang you on the moon…
And you’ll don’t be afraid
When I come closer… Soon…
Saving me
© Copyright: Мельдо Наашин, 2005
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