Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The silent wave.

Come back you silent hour, so we could die again—
by night that washed away the pain that comes here to remain.

By blood red dawn we'll leave this killing emptiness, and ever to bring death and grief to me — to wander with our grief. A void in blackness will remain to keep a secret dream. Don't bother the enchanted flame just drawn in pain; again. I long to burn, I long to mourn. Forever we'll remain. To die again, with sweetest pain.
To stay away by grey—
by grey long shadows on a grave.

To watch the mortals die. To be eternal silent slaves of death.
To meet again.
To die in vain.

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