Reaper of your love

A cold whisper cuts the smoothness of the mirrors,
I have waited for this midnight far too long.
The glass gaze of the moon glides into the window,
And our time has been drunk away long ago.


The breath of winter is in your hands,
I hide my fright in someone else's poems.
Shards of days ring in the empty silence,
Losing the contours of the soul in the shadows.

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I am simply the reaper of your love,
Looking for warmth in your cooled blood.
I cut away memory with a blade made of dreams,
So that you would forget the bitterness of these words.
Oh, reaper of your love... in the bottomless void.


A pale little spider weaves its webs,
The world has narrowed into a flickering pupil.
Paint drips down from dried-up pictures,
I am left completely alone in this labyrinth of sorrow.


The breath of winter is in your hands,
I hide my fright in someone else's poems.
Shards of days ring in the empty silence,
Losing the contours of the soul in the shadows.

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I am simply the reaper of your love,
Looking for warmth in your cooled blood.
I cut away memory with a blade made of dreams,
So that you would forget the bitterness of these words.
Oh, reaper of your love... in the bottomless void.


Your voice melts away like white snow,
And the heart slows its timid run.
I will embrace you for the very last time,
Before the cold light tears us apart here.



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For I am but the reaper of your love,
Looking for warmth in your cooled blood.
I cut away memory with a blade made of dreams,
So that you would forget the bitterness of these words.