Long time did we spend,
showing pyrites and telling
false promises to each other.
We kept secrets, hidden,
dancing in the deep heart of mine.
Without mercy, did we hurt
each other, faking happiness
with pink diamonds shining
as a mask to our darkness.
We said sweet goodbyes,
or bittersweet ones,
I hoped for healing hearts
to hold the pieces, to blow
the pain away, but
all I could see was a storm,
grey blue skies tormenting in my mind
and the trouvaille of loneliness.
I wanted to hear the call of the night
the skies breaking with horrendous sounds,
terrifying the daisy chains away,
the only color left in life,
I wanted it away,
I craved the dark and silence
an amaranthine divine disaster
to shatter my soul, to send me away
to the other side of life.
I was going home, the one
in the dreadful corner,
in the dark emptiness,
with nothing but music and memories
and no sign of resurrection.
My entire heart was a tropical fog,
heavy, unbreathable, oppressive,
I would never tell what was next
though as I traveled longitudes of time
I died a little bit more at each step.
The rainsong in my heart stopped playing,
torn between past love and stormy lightnings
here was I, at the edge, the cliff of life was like a magnet,
I saw a fall filled with promises,
the flowering beauty of dark and devils
the growing fernweh, travelling
in the high seas of oblivion.
No kiss of faith nor fields of red poppies
only the midnight black skies,
the unknown, a broken heart made of stars
and murder ballads to guide me,
a deadly rhythm and blues,
to push me into death.