He lied

This night has spread its wings,

It’s ready to take off, to travel round the globe,

It’s ready to whisper nonsense verses into my ears,

It’s ready to stir the fire,

The cauldron is boiling, the potion is ready,

The knife is sharp, the cup is empty,

Just like my legs,

Jus like my lips…

Like this beating song in my chest…

The night has come,

But, he didn’t…he didn’t and he won’t

Not anymore…

Gods of the wind take my voice and make it rumble,

Into the mist, into these deep, deep woods,

Let my voice reach the owls,

And then make them bring my message to his dreams,

I miss him…

Oh how I miss him,

This night of charcoal and chants is not the same without him,

This night of foreseen nightmares is even creepier

Knowing that him lays still letting his hair getting fussy between the roots,

And his foreheads gets colder touching the marble of his graveyard,

Oh how I miss him…

Oh, sweet night would you do me a favour?

Would you let me cry alone until all water in my body dries?

Would you let me cut my veins in silent without judgmental looks?

Oh just god of the dawn,

Would you let my soul soar over the clouds?

Would you let me see him before the poison works?

Oh sweet goddess of the morning,

Would you let me come back as flowers over his grave?

Would you let me see him before this poison works?

I’m sleepy…

I’m fainting…

I know I was weak,

I know I’m dying,

But, can you judge me?

He left me,

He promised to be with me…forever,

Then he got sick, he died…

He promised to be with me forever,

Then he died…he lied,

He lied…

He lied!