In a mirror of sick conscience
At the time of disbelief
Scorched by passion and emotions
I feel her presence in my grief
The placid flash enlights my brain
And stillness slowly crawls my ears
She comes on tiptoes for my pain
Her gentle lips will dry my tears
She'll bring along the peace of mind
Relief's delivered in cold flood
When I'm just tired of being blind
In endless days that spoiled my blood
She ought to stop the desolate rain
Of empty hopes in helpless eyes
Endearment in tied down chains
Embraces me from the inside
And her moonlight like shielding buffers
The deepest fear of neverland
In all my dreams, my breath, my suffers
On my own heart I feel her hand
And seems she'll never leave my sorrow
My secret tears - she'd loved my cry
Wherever I go - she is to follow
And that's will last until I die
Depression
© Copyright: Мартель Этранже, 2009
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