Your murderous hands Motionless in the night By a fanatic deviation Your body hit the ground
That fight your wrist The head beneath Heaven Mental aberration Crush your back on the floor Affectivity knock out
You pour out the first blood By your own treachery False to the honor Set a trap for yourself
Catch sight of the long tunnel Been in the dumps Berth a wreck alongside The prison-ship of depression
Exiled existence By the ordinary excuse To avoid all responsibilities Resolving everything plainly
Even choose your hour to die No more vindications So suffer on your knees Death might knock quickly
What a punishment To see his own blood Spread on the marble Of your apartments
Fever close to the body It´s time to die Your soul is alone Facing consciousness
When death takes you Only god can make the choice Uncompleted life Dream of deliverance
Like a poet I am lifesick Who haunts me I feel boredom Who makes a mess in my life I wish in an elsewhere
Alive in a life of vexations I am reading your poems here In the reign of the night Baudelaire you are my dark sights Your suicide is my courage
Hearten by your inspiration To live among the others
You pour out the first blood By your own treachery False to the honor Set a trap for yourself
Exiled existence By the ordinary excuse To avoid all responsibilities Resolving everything plainly
Nearer to touch the stars In this sanctuary of pain I will come with you Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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