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Rejected like the falling angel, |
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cast out from this life, |
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I am a victim of my desires, |
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a monument of my pain, |
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an empty shell devoid of emotions, |
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in ivory black I am painted dead. |
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Enthralled by beauty, |
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yearning for bliss, |
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oh I sacrificed myself, |
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to fulfill my dreams, |
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I saw sun, |
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and I felt it's warmth, |
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and I reached out my hand, |
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to love and life, |
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embraced by melancholic euphony, |
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I knew, |
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I was at the mercy of the parasites, |
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like fallen fruit, |
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to be drained from life. |
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And I cried. |
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In the midst, |
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of my, |
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ebony meadows, |
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I was dancing with the dead, |
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I was lost, |
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in a strain of silence, |
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I was one with emptiness. |
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At the shore of the black sea, |
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where the birds are silent, |
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I cursed her name, |
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I saw the death of the sun, |
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I tasted the tears, |
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of heaven, |
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and I saw it all, |
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pass by. |
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Bleeding dry -loosing hope - |
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I used to love -I used to care - |
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now deprived from all that matters to me, |
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my words mean nothing - my emotions are dead - |
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my dreams are empty, |
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if she only knew - oh, I wish she knew, |
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I close my eyes and I sigh. |
