VIII - Panic
Let's start with the hopeless I said, they don't have any hope left here or there, if I finish them what would be yet to tell in such story of them? Oh yes it was a fancy fearful night for all of us.
And then i told destiny: now give me what i want! And it told me: you'd be this ready to die!?
The death of my heart started with Liana's murder. My dearful sweetheart, only dream I had in life, only star wouldn't make me disappear, only tearful shine. My dearling my Liana.
She begged for the nightmare to be pleased! I was only the missionary who killed. Oh don't tell me I lied to my own lie. Emptiness hasn't haunt you enough.
Liana my so called lady of sorrows, why did you have to take my soul with you, why did you have to create this terrible nightmare I enjoy so bad with my very blood. Oh Liana, if things would have been the same in the stars, I would have taken us to the sun.
I bet you never sang: come and take my life angel of death.
But you knew the hymn traced before you to pledge for his coming, you never wanted to breath, just to be. You inexistent being.
take me to the sunset, take me to the empty thoughts and be my protégée! Oh no, disenchanted old charming, me, the death alive, me, the word who may, in spiritual mannerism correct the feeling, end to breath from your eyes, take me, take me!!!!!
Break your damned flesh in two, yes I can see you are suffering, but, i must say, it isn't for all sakes, enough. What are you? You came here to use space hoping someday you get what you will never get because of your desires, die I say, die! The end of this rope isn't fancy and wasn't meant to be any of it.
Please I would like to talk in the middle of somewhere is it possible? Or a shadow. I would like to be the lock of this mere beautiful torment like the meadow? Or fable.
got this knife, it hasn't had love. So its guts aren't of fears, it wants pain and emotion, it wants the moment, it wants to be loved with no love, to be remembered, to be real.
It wasn't depression who pushed me into the angel, can't you see the smile I have now that I'm pulling these scissors from your throat?
Walking into the empty streets of this city's heart... I wander wishing for a ladder, is there an ending in this lied eye? Tell me a tale dear brain for the artist is following after the guy in the mirror, the last breathing creature alive.