Post by +Criminal Passion+ on Mar 3, 2004 3:07:28 GMT -5
His voice is praying in my mind…
In empty bedroom every night
I listen to those quiet sounds of rage.
He’s here; the moon is cherry red,
It looks like gods are going mad,
I cannot sleep, nor can this passion fade.
There is no chance to run away
Because his spirit orders, “Stay!”
He’s chanting softly his demonic songs.
He knows my soul, he knows i lied,
And now he takes me for a ride
To where he eternally belongs.
I cannot move, my heart has stopped,
My life is pitilessly chopped,
I sink in unforgiving burning eyes.
Forgive me, Love, it’s not my fault
Forgive me, Life… My soul is sold
To that who never lives and never dies.
