A part of me wants to be with you
In the darkness of the night when I’m alone
But my memory claims a lonely boy
That it’s not with us anymore
Your eyes always expressed the sadness of your spirit
Your mouth frequently disagreed with your brain
Your hands were the murderers of a flame
That we’re never going to see again
My heart fights with the unconscious desire of death
Waiting for someone that ran away
Avoiding the unspoken language of my soul
That I cannot understand anyway
You, my cold air and my red rose
Wake me up in my dirty ashes
When my bones were full of worms
In this story that is already happening
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