And I sit
Next to
The cradle
Of death
And I see
You closed
Your eyes
To me
You don't
Want me
To feel
The pain
Panting...
Hot breath
Hits my face
Wishing
For
A sign
Of hope
Even for
A glimpse
A paralell
Of your
universe
Is in my mind
My heart
And soul
But you still
Do not allow
Me to suffer
But I do
Not fear
To feel and
See
Your reality
Airwaves
Like words
Hit my heart
Deep
Into
My lungs
I let them
To gush in
From where
They originate
Sleep!
As the
Fireflies
Keep lurk
I'll keep burn
And glow
By your side
As the lamp
On the desk
I'll stand
Even if
Im dead inside
Just sleep
Tight
I'll dream
I'll fight
Panting...
Hot and
Wild breath
Hits my face
Wishing
For
A sign
Of hope
Even
Just a
Single
Glimpse
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