This is beyond me... I cannot
deny what has and is
grown in me...
The lust of your free soul and
how I could just drink it all,
and you would twist and scream,
while powerless
lying there...
Cry with pain unable to resist
and to
the overtake and split... You, not me...
Oh, such sweetness of such power!
And your lust drives me
insane, while I drink more,
mixing with wine;
And me, howling with a beast's voices
And you mumbling that
passion is impossible
there is none...
And the finale.
When lust...
lusting overcomes two hearts,
rustling, holding tight...
touching...
And when the sky falls and thousands
of those tiny monsters cry out
and our own drooling beasts
break away and shoot,
shoot, shoot to the sky and
mix with passing train
and pain... and
pleasure...
Cry.
(c)kRu, 1997
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Cry - 1997
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