Saturday, July 16, 2005

She

Yesterday, when She was asleep,
I sneaked out of my body and came to meet you.
You seemed so lost under that moonshine,
trying to find some shade beneath a tree.
But no trees were to be found,
so you sat sobbing on a rock and you waited.
Then I came,
and I fed you with my kisses
and I lulled you with my songs
and I let you dream in my arms,
until the break of dawn.

Now, you claim that you don’t recognize me,
That my countenance scares you like the night
And I can feel her breath,
Approaching.
My kisses are turning into vile.
My songs have lost their lyrics.
My arms are running out of heat.
And I must leave, my love, for you are in danger.
The sun is up and She is taking over.

Her soul is empty, her mind is wild,
and fear is lurking within her heart
Her eyes are weapons, her arms are chains
And poison is running in her veins.

Beware my love!

When the moon shall be full again,
I’ll search for you under the moonshine.
If I don’t find you waiting on a rock,
I’ll bring you flowers every night
and ask the moon to join me in my mournful song.

My love,
Forgive me.
Your death, I cannot avenge,
for She is I, and I love her.