Black Sun
A black Sun rises on the horizon
Enlightening this dead wood forest again
The deafening silence grows louder and louder
As the dark light caresses the withering leaves in the ground
I patiently wait for it
While I’m bended on my knees
The silent song that wind whispers
The darkest light that can embrace this hollow shell
I wait for it my old friend
In this circus of saints and sinners
My feelings lay in soothing rest
In my garden of crimson roses
I want it here with me
To take me in its cold arms
And kiss me tenderly
To make me believe that maybe pain is real
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