Never Is Too Late To Pray

The day is filled with something
that you quite can't speak of.
Are they shadows from the dreams,
where the highway was nothing
but empty
with one ghostly car
roaming over the desert
that lays on both side of the road?.
Or was it certain someone from the past,
now without any kind of possibility
to claim back his face?.

I do not have answers for you.
Pass on and leave me
all alone
in this sandstorm.
Catching last breathes,
when I drown into the lake of desires.

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Tribute to the GazettE.

The hands catch the light, but it only flees.
Eyes are blindfolded by the hope.
Come home, darling. Come home.

What lies behind these walls?.
What miracles are created,
only to be shattered by sweet deceit?.

She never knew, how he searched
for the sanctuary of this frozen heart.
Caged into the deserted room,
these wings of an angel were torn apart.

Pledging for the freedom,
the puppet of the soul is pushed back down.
They offer no escape,
just the chains of obscure sorrow.

What spreads behind these walls?.
Who seeks for this tainted misfit?.
Come home, darling. Come home.
Rescue me from this imprisonment.

Rescue me from my own hollow fear,
as the tears become cold for tonight.



Gone Gone Gone

The wings you spoiled,
used to be the only enchantment
in the passing of eon.

"Gone, gone, gone,"
the dawn weeped.

& then you left her,
went with the last shuttle.

"What is my name,"
the swallow asked,
spreading its soul
& went with the boy.

"Next Summer, we will meet again!."
echoed your last promise,
uncoiling from her long mane
& turning its cheek towards the tomorrow.

"Gone, gone, gone,"
she whispered, the lips dry.
"The name is Jaqueline,
& I will be a star in your sky."

Yet in the next year,
she never came,
but the air was full of her,
full of the girl,
who bowed down to the death.

Inspiration :: Ray Bradbury stories & AM "5 Centimeters Per Second"