ME: 96

Your six was my seven,

your night was my day

your pain was my joy

your demons – my God!

My kiss was your poison,

my smile – your tears of regret.

my song was your funeral theme,

my summer - your season of death.

Your love is my hatred

my affection – your plague.

ME: When you are silent

When you are silent

and all the world is screaming,

when you’re still

and everyone’s running close…

When you’re away

and I need you the most,

when you are asleep

and my dreams keep me awake…

I fear you speaking up,

I dread you moving,

I scare you coming closer,

I shiver if you’re awake…

For the words might come out killing

and the move might be a blow,

and the distance might only hurt me,

and the reason draw you away again.

ME: The prophecy

Bleed in my arms.

Quench my thirst.

Let you life drip away,

I’ll take care of what remains.

As the carrions feast on your heart

and the vultures read in your eyes,

let me draw with your veins

maps of the realms beyond.

Your soul won’t last for long –

demons will tear it apart,

fallen angels will wear it as coat

to cover their sins from your God.

ME: Your temple of regrets

Your confession’s on the way

but save up all your words for doomsday,

as I don’t care at all

for the sins you think u can recall!

I can see the tears filling up your eyes

but don’t you even dare

to cry before me as I’m fair –

neither I’ll forgive, nor will I forget!

ME: If I was someone else...

If my heart was made of stone

I wouldn’t hurt as much

            only the soul would bleed a bit…

If my eyes were made of glass

I wouldn’t see the pain

            I’d only hear my lament…

If my skin was made of steel

I wouldn’t bruise from every blow

            only from the ones within…

If I was someone else… may be

I wouldn’t be so frail

and may be even wouldn’t care at all…