Like a shadow, she crawls through the night in her winters dress
No thought are in her head and she is happy for everyone
She is a spirit waking in her sleep no were to go and no one to love
Frozen eyes and whet cheeks, and a rose in her hand
Flawless power
In a mind
Alone and silent
The demon flies from the moon and kisses her on her blood red lips
No love to the separated wonders af the dying crystal children
And the faithful flowers are withering in the ground, between her feet
A blank blade, as sharp as an ice shard, it cuts her skin
Her skin, as bright as the moon is bleeding, forever more
Flawless power
God the kiss
The demon looks at her
Seeing she is bleeding, he licks the blood and looks at her
Kisses her again, they’re both dying, lying in the bed
Ready to make the final suicide
Skrevet d.
7. august 2007, 18:09
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