.M.
Red moon is behind the walls
Falling with a last light of candels
Into the morbid sea
Which chockes sreams of pain
Not letting them
To get out
In the garden of frozen roses
One was warm,shining in the forbiden night
Faced to the skies of past
Smelling rain that soon will fall...
He cut the godess with a desire and shame
Kindly touched her, to open herself
Impressed by his shape
Way he uttered her name
Leaned on his refuge
She gave last toughts to an angel of lust an spare
Bites of clocks sunddely stopped
Moments seemed won´t ever pass
Inceased for all the lifes of mortal ones
He blinked and revaked the time
Begun to laugh
Petals seemed to cry
Slowly and painfully
Bleading
In his blue eyes
A rose that once fell asleep in his arms
Seemed to be gone.
Post je objavljen 07.05.2006. u 21:00 sati.