You're calling me
You're calling me
When the night is dark
In the shadows stark
And you claim abidance
The city weeps
The city sleeps
Behind the neon walls
In its stuffed up halls
In the depth of silence
And I hear the call
And I follow you
You embrace my vice
And I do surrender
In the void of sin
I watch planets spin
This tormented dance
Is so ghastly tender
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I am incomplete
I long to be replete
No one hear me scream
City streets are deaf
To the cries of frantic
Craving to be heard
Scared to be hurt
I seek for your call
Like a broken doll,
Addict junk romantic
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And I'll find the way
And I'll follow you
This erratic chase
Will rise to a crescendo
We will merge along
Sing our desperate song
Ending our flight
In magic innuendo
AMOK
© Copyright: Наталия Маскилейсон, 2023
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