Darzamat

I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion I looked back to embrace you And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom Woman with a s

Second two or maybe a day I glance over yellowed pages Touch the scares of your unpure soul I drown in sticky passion of your memory Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows And every seed is

I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night I am divina into the mirrors overfull with the dark of secrets I find traces of past decades I don't want the sun the night is eternal

The time is not my ally I swing at the edge of the words I await eternally the moment I have dreamed of temptation of elements neverending is so great they are passing too fast darkness, light, night, day I am the ray but time is the light when will

I can see you in my dreams you run away from me I miss the time we did not have but the rain keeps washing my sadness away I know you'll still be in my mind I know you'll still be in my heart I close myself in my castle never to come out to give vent