Monday 7 September 2009

As I die


I want to hear your voice
quietly whispering my name,
how this wish is insane…
I am so afraid of this…

When my eyes kiss the darkness
I can reach your arms,
almost feel the taste of your lips
and find the cure of my nameless disease!

Quietly the solitude drags me to reality
and i can’t get close enough to you,
just the oblivion of your mind,
and it grieves my heart…

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