miercuri, 23 martie 2016
Nobody knows the last time that we meet each other. We love the darkness because we are both made from it. Hands of shadows, dusty feet, teeth of echoes, smiles of whispers and eyes of menace.
Trust me, but I can't trust you know
Release me, oh my but I love getting caught
In your shapeless laughter
In your hourglass of my naive happy never after.
Reach for me,
I will bleed for you in angel colours
Try to conceal me like a dove's last flight
Like I am a ruin of what you loved the most.
Let's dive into a poem that we will never write
As we will always seek the light,
Bleed like me,
As you could never love
A darkness like yours,
My all, my nevermore.
It is a tragedy,
For us to belong, as belonging becomes together
Bitterless lust, abyssal forever