No water.
No food.
No light in the soul.
And heavens’re instead of a God.
No arm.
An emptiness always sleeps near my feet.
No arm in my arm.
The night is my Goddess!
It next to my breath!
My Death!
Oh! My sweet little Death!
My Life you’ll replace
By waters of Ocean
When dreams come to me…
To my place…
Is there any light, any flame…
No water
© Copyright: Aweful Axe s Man, 2007
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