A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze Draw my bare tears from this melody now that I cant flee Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture Devour my womb, these obscure roots Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom I an crawling to feel desire To shape your truth and fire Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare To dream a leaf without its tree, to follow its silence I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become And its you in every rain, in every ballet and sun Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind Devour my womb, these obscure roots Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom I am prowling to feel desire To yield to bounds and pyres Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare... A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become And its you in every rain, in every ballet and sun Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar
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