БАСТАРТ * БЕЛАЯ БОГИНЯ the rose
I catch silent peace
In the point of a cross:
There are
Pain, the disappointments and fear.
I want to sleep,
To get
A vision: who has my own
Dreams.
Me or you..?
We are akin.
Only one name for two persons.
I’ll wake -
The Rose in my hand.
You like being in paradise.
R:
I hate it… city
Silly city’s
Tickling the vein in my
Wrist with a rough tongue. My pulse is beating:
Knock-knock-knock! Unco-
ver! I’m
Looking for a double
In a jungle of my obsession.
I’m frightened to find
The death of a flower
Has been in vain.
My Hell is me.
There are my own
Feelings
A dingy and negligent day
Takes me by surprise.
Where is
My faith? My rose has withered.
I’ll
Try to live
Without a name
With no touching my past living.
Where is
My peace of mind?
Your fire is in my palm.
R
In the bloomy wood
The river of blood
And my soul will never try
To recover my body
The hopeless prison of the trees
The seventh abyss
Dream of night is sleepless
Style of hand is nameless
You’re writing me from the many
I’m not guilty, you are vicious
R
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