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