Blood and mists
Just silence…
Eternal struggle between graves of time
My lips are frozen
My eyes, made of crystal
I am made of nothing…
I hear, but not your voice
I see, but not your
Long lost city, what is left of you?
Where is your grace and glamour?
Where is your shining?
Lost…
And then I saw it, in His right hand
The One sitting on the throne, a book
Written
You were my greatest deceit
And my treason was me, then
I thought of you to be more,
Much more than I could ever imagine.
I kept looking for you among the stars
On a shallow sky, and so I
I did have nothing when I came
And so shall I take nothing when I go
I was myself, with me… and all
And I’ll be nothing nevermore
A crow was I, I flew through life
I had but me, and nothing
I want to be your shadow
To follow you at every step
I want to be the silent wind
That passes by you…
Touching your skin
Making you shiver and goes away lost,
Forgotten…
Noticed by no
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