domingo, 25 de enero de 2009

Death

Sometimes I feel I am being chased
By your shadow.
I don’t fear you
At last, you are my most precious company.

At night I hear you crying
Asking for mercy
You love darkness
Can’t stand the light of heaven.

Eternity is your master
And hell your enemy.
You know the lines of my body
My breath is your music
Your sight is my way
And your voice my eternal secret.

Sweet agony of chasing sinners,
You have come
I want to touch you
You want to feel me

My blood starts running, towards you
So warm, so red and black,
You love the way I taste
I love the way you breath on my neck.

You have filled my body
With your essence,
Mystery
You have all of me.

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