Mauve roof of the mouth
Suspicion is cause
Jungle of unfulfilled goals
You’re vagabond
You was born that one and go aloft
Don’t remember color of your eyes, whatever
I remember that you do, it’s matter
You tried to rip my heart
Tried to drink my blood
I’m the one of your try to love
You'll drown in your own hate
Looking for answers in your book of life in
the musty pages
Mold instead of your heart soaked in rage
And your agony is watched by me like spectator
So you calm yourself if you can
You cling to the past
It doesn’t work like that not now
Your game is strange and I know its outcome
You believe in the mystic signs
But I’m your Haron through river Stix I’m that one
Haron
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