Today the skies are bloody red,
I think that I am going mad,
Among the clouds the face of yours
Appears like my eternal curse.
Your eyes pierce me as nightly fears,
No man has ever seen their tears,
Oh, how I wish to touch your skin
To drown in love this endless spleen.
Dark-haired beauty dressed in black,
A marble face and a swan neck,
Just say a word and I will lay –
Beneath your feet I`m dirt and clay.
But now I know all what I need,
The soil where I can plant the seed,
The only path I want to walk,
The only god to whom I talk.
The beast is whispering in my mind,
I`m leaving all the doubts behind,
And in the end I`ll touch your face
To see how love and death embrace.
Bloody red
© Copyright: Аль Батрос, 2021
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