.
.
Narrow my lungs
Wide – your arms,
If you really care
You’d wrap them to me;
Do your solar flare
.
Dim are your eyes – stranger you are
Yet I can glimpse yours – I know how dark
.
… The more you came near
Closer is to be seen
Your face, your claws
That deceive
.
I see you have wings – Gift my dreams,
Oh in every flap
There is your wish
To kill me warmth – call bliss
Mark me kin – your sin
.
Mirror these words
Know what’s within,
Blind your sight – and the secret will be revealed,
Show me more stain – My blood flows to your veins
.
Oh how Death is sweet – of pain relieved
How this sword makes me weak
For each blade fades my tears
Each tear calls you near;
Oh how death is sweet – of pain relieved
.
Mirror these words,
Know what’s within – you and me;
Oh in every flap – there is your wish,
Do your solar flare.
.
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
