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IMPRISONED
Don’t ask me where I have been For there is no answer, Don’t ask me where my steps are heading Because the night meets no direction… Don’t try to chase away the tempest Of these dreadful nightmares For you shall drown in the stream of death In your quest for this night’s meaning… Why can’t the air Breathe your revolt away And spread it all over The shores of madness? Why can’t the tormented ocean Set your mind free and break your fears Or murder your ill consciousness? Why can’t the moon, so sad and so pale, Come tumbling down over your senseless body And break the walls of this ridiculous jail You so much cherish? So don’t you dare ask me, Embodiment of sorrow! For you I have no answer! Your eyes of death are frightful, You lips of wind are filled with poison, I shall neither see you nor hear your cry… For I am here and you are there, I am alive and you… You are just a mere nightmarish bat. Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania -SORANA –
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