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Det var länge sedan jag skrev nu och detta är uppenbarligen det som gnager mest på mitt undermedvetna just nu, eftersom mina fingrar skapade ord för känslor jag inte vill kännas vid än.


The hope of a lost future.

Darkness, Crying angel.
I know you.
You have seen me,
possessed me,
many times before.

Love, deciving whore.
I see you.
You never knew me,
possessed me,
until now.

Time, so slow, so fast.
I feel you.
You have never bothered me,
possessed me,
as I have nothing to keep.

Darkness that still conquer my eyes,
Crying Angel that still is me.
Love that I wished to keep for ever,
Deciving me in the future.
Time that is not enough,
to slow until the end,
to fast until the finish.

What can I say?
What can I do?
This is not how I want things to be.
I want to keep what cannot be captured.
What cannot be chained to the wall,
Saved in a dungeoun of a heart,
until my return.

I am so sorry.
The love I wished to keep for ever and ever,
will be lost in too little time.
For good and for bad,
At least, this is what I will remember.

For sure my love, for all times.




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Publicerad 2007-12-26 23:15



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