Northern Nightingale
Isolation withers this mind
Bleeds it out from its eternal tomb
Like a killer, the fear creeps into the night
Spreading the virus of indecision in the vain Greek life
Letters of past friends like dust in the wind
Blown away in the frayed memory
How to bow into the sadness of the Beast
When the heart compels me to fight against it
A pair of old dancers witnessing my fall
Reality await my heart at the end of the crash
Efforts of grasping colourful dreams have crossed paths with me
Journeying me into an Italian murder with eyes of the blue deep
I forgot the steps!
No breathing creature looks on this face with caresses…
The white witches have perished in the Dark
Leading the fragments of this life into halt!
Departure! What a sweet resolution
What a foolish absolution…
A dying Utopia trying to resurrect in this mind
A crying Nun encouraging me still to spread the wounded wings
…and fly high!
Angels of the Beastly Stars…
Lead me to the plain of the Soul’s divine Call!
poem by Evita Velvet
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