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Desperado

I, the one who weeps when the world is unreachable
I, the one who's always asking for freedom
I, the one who's trapped in the cage I create
Dying. 
Have I not the power to live and to love?
Have I not the misery of mystic happiness?
My soul is floating in the deepest sacrifice;
Have no home for placing my heart.
What say I then?
That the pain is anything ?
Or which is offered in sacrifice is to feel this pain?
My life must run its course.
Lying on the altar of death revelation,
Crowned by Satan's bride,
Saying no words . . .Survive no more.
Sealed by desperate spirit,
I became bond, no mark at all.
Disappear . . . part . . . and part.
I am done.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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