lights of darkness...Mature

pain of the soul in the epitaph of lonely heart beats....
A crimson rose painted on a blood-kissed canvas of unsheltered dreams....

Life is full of lies, rape and fear...

Death is the only truth,  liberation, security.

I don't know where I'll go, live and be

after my death from this body,

But I do know that I'll have no more of this horrible life in me...

If I can't get the delicately twinkling passion in my eyes,

To see the summer of their dreams,

I shall bury my whole being beneath the snow and smoke and secret love

Of the winter god.  

The End

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