Written 13.08.2012 on a windy but sunny and warm day in Dublin
Music: Daughter - Candles



Storm

The wind rages
and the music beats in honest and dark tones

But the sun shines
beats down on my flesh

Right or wrong
good or bad - warm or cold

But all these concepts
- too many words

Deeds seem the only clarity

as my devil whispers at me
and I slip into her again

I miss my recoil
from all these numbing things

Your beautiful face so full of love of the true me
Your passionately perfect kiss and demanding body nearly a part of me
haunting me

But I don't know
do I?




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Written on 2012-08-15 at 22:22

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