Have the birds sung to you lately?
What did they sing?
Was it songs of pure bliss, or a devilish dream?
Were you caught dancing, or dying?
Or suffering in between?
Like the rest of us here in what we perceive as life... in reality is
Purgatory.
Have you danced lately?
Barefoot in the moonlight? Like we used to on warm summer nights?
I dance in my dreams- I hear your laugh,
I almost see...
Have you thought of me lately? Or was I a dream?
A nightmare disguised,
A sin... accordingly to your Holy.
Have you touched my face, and my lips, or gazed at the sky,
Let's be honest now sweetheart,
The stars are my eyes.
So distant and glistening, alluring at best...
But we both know my kiss, is that kiss of sweet
Death.
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