Contemplations of a Disturbed Soul

XI

For the night is dark, and the day darker.

And oh, your soul is bound to me.

I'm fire and you're my feed,

When you'll be dead,

The world will see me breathe.

You brought the storms; you brought the thunder;

You're the one, who made me fly,

Fly to the stars and fly with the winds,

Fly to the ends of your ghastly cries.

The sun sets. The night gleams red.

Your blood, it rains on me.

When I drink your life, you cry harder,

Till you moan with ecstasy.

Every time I turn from you,

You come pleading back to me,

You're in my veins; you're in my secrets,

And oh, dearest, I can't let you free.

For this prison is strong,; the prisoners stronger.

And you're the tamer of this mind

You're the breather in this life,

And the one who kills from behind.

No one sees you, and no one tries.

Some do loathe your every kind.

One harsh step, we'll die faster-

Oh, dearest, you are pride.

Pride, which breathes in-

Unseen truths and foreseen lies.

You bathe in-

Blood borne bits, of our minds,

Oh, we're indebted to your rhyme.

Your beautiful, beautiful song-

That breaks all humankind.

Well, dearest, at least you're mine.

You're mine-

To be.