From a whisper to a scream
Burn me out, my charming sin
Frantic gates beneath your soul
Wait for my ascension, fall
To the sky, and darkness, chasm
All it seems to be - phantasm
But your special heaven talks
To my heart by lightning knocks
On the door under my skin
Has it been or hasn't it been
In the visions, dreams and mist?
Did you know we'll meet at least?
Feelings boil horizon's eyes
While the past returns to dust
While the future comes and Black
Massive Hole absorbs my neck
Морана
15.10.2022