Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Khronos

If it ends tomorrow, let it be
the origin of time scares me
no tears will fall from my eyes...
My soul, burned in sacred fire
no one can help us now
I am the curse that hunts you
the hunger, the truth, the grief...
I am all, I am none,
I am hollowed...
And forsaken...
Lost in my own realms
Haunted by old ghosts, revolving flesh,
Oh Lucrecia, my salvation...
Take me, rape me, drown me in you
I wish this scars bleed no more...

I am your deepest sin...

Was ist wirklich? Ich weiss es nicht…

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