Defiled sanctuary of love
Stands still and rough
No warmth inside,
No blissful light
But broken desire.
In vain pretended that we would
Deceive the Fortune, make it good
We both failed
Ourselves we nailed
To the cross.
I lit my candle in the dark again
to feel the life …
Our souls in the desolate temple
Create the world of mournful fable
It will be ruined,
Fatally wounded
No one to rescue
I’m empty and dreadfully hollow
I didn’t notice when subtle sorrow
Killed newborn hope
Made me rove
Searching for the fire
I lit my candle in the dark again
to feel the life …
21.04.08
Lacking life
© Copyright: Елена Сащенко, 2008
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