Meantime
Just breathe it in -
This side of happiness,
With smoking factories and dust.
Forget the scene
With flowing emptiness
(been mirrored to a hidden lust
In glassy pond
Of dreams and madnesses)
This would have never come again
The way beyond
That frames of sadness if
It'd forgotten the refrain:
The tragic ghost,
Who guards the tower -
The prison for non-standard souls.
It likes the most
Stealing the power
And filling up the "Tears' bowls"
At midnight eve,
When all sleepwalkers
Are up and pain themselves to love.
It can deceive
Them, silly talkers
About what's Under and Above.
And, being one
Of them, I promise
Not to forget my major aim,
But deal's been done.
Can't overcome this,
I'm tied to heretical flame.
I've lost myself.
Again end ever.
And I can't blame all this on you.
My fault. Dead elf
Again, however.
...But I still hope to find the clue
30.12.2012
NikA
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