Fevereiro 07, 2020
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
We are only here for a split of a second
Visions of a platonic love.
Defined by the tune of his life we were
I couldn't say no to the river running within his eyes
I know I should have run, yet I stayed besides him
At intervals he was loving and we were alone in the world, just us.
And then we weren't, and silent agony would set in
a giant icy wall in between us, that could grow taller than highest
Mountain on Earth
Along with that came the feeling of absolute emptiness and
For how long can I keep on pretending to be strong?
I don't know how to explain, but yes,
I am falling down...