A prick of pain delivered by a sting.
And all is done. And all is over.
My tears come - they fall and ring.
And shattered dreams may leave me vaguely sober.
You were my knight. But knights sometimes
Fall dead to knives and swords and guns and peers.
And silence falls. I shut my eyes.
I still remember pain and tears.
How long, oh, how long ago?
Was it today? Or was it never?
You - gone, my knight. And where shall I go?
Through silent nights. Through crying heather.
Feel free from now on. I'm just a ghost,
A shadow on your grave, a little sinner.
Don't be my guest, but rather be my host.
Invite me in, or rather inner.
So, fall the night, like many men would fall
To cruel words, to knives, to swords and peers.
You've left me. Have I lost you all?
So, what IS left?... God, only tears...
2004 г.
25/09/2012
L
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