Author: Black

Now I’m alone and my soul is home,
I’m looking for you,
There isn’t too much time to waste,
Some left to share,
What’s mine is yours and I won’t mind,
If yours isn’t mine.
We will lay and watch through glass,
Of the second floor,
Music will bathe our bare souls,
Stardust on our floor,
Look for the sun to light our home,
The time that’s left,
A pleasure to be, to know we will die.

Smile so wide, I know it’s right,
Air is dense and sky is bright,
Here’s my soul to stop the cry,
Now when I’ll pledge my life,
Tell me you will treat me fine.

Pelēkmelnā graudu naktī slēpjas zvērs,
Spējīgs tvert un tavā vietā dzīvi plēst,
Pēc saules kārs, tā laiks ir sāpju vērts,
Īsā spalvā un rupjā āda slēpjas spēks,
Asos nagu galos atspīd mēness rēgs.

Grail of sand where I left my shadow trail,
Here I lost the sandbags off my swollen will,
Forgot my sleep between the hollow walls,
And swayed the rooms in search of love.

Before the sun took raining weight,
My branchy arms reached for air,
Glass of sand to meet another day,
Behind the gates of freedom air,
Keep the love, look for other way.

Under warm luminescent night,
Peak at the door in the dim light,
Beast in the grainy shadow hides,
Pleasure in form of white satin,
Keeps life in a lonely setting,
He is the one who guts the pig,
In the bathroom full of water,
Covers walls in staining color.

He used to be my guest,
I was losing all my rest,
He is part of my life now,
Playing games in my eyes,
His nails are razor sharp,
Touch is candlelight soft,
He’s happy where he hides,
He smiles California wide,
Still wild for a bloody ride.

At the edge where the flowers are wicked,
I wish to be between the pages you read,
Whisper you my tale of a honey tragedy,
Black satin with cherry seams in agony.

There’s so much luck,
Stay alive and stuck,
Last bits of my blood,
Drink all of it up,
There’s so much luck,
Last bits of my blood,
Stay alive and stuck,
Drink all of it up.

Baby of the charcoal night,
Bath in the new moon’s light,
You paid your sorrow debts,
Above the cloudy cotton sky,
Come and find me by mistake,
In the place of pleasant death,
Kill me, I wish for endless rest.

The body hasn’t been found yet,
But if they ever do, it won’t look well.
Eyes of grey, where ghosts like to dwell,
Covered in leaves, it looks like he just fell,
It’s a man whose dreams made his hell,
In his presence, you couldn’t really tell.
If he ever passed you by, you wouldn’t look,
Because you know very well, it’s much better,
When such a pain doesn’t make your weather.

Vison covered in flakes, look, It’s such a mess,
Days go buy, I wake up shedding like a snake.

Troubled sleep in the midnight light,
Hearing waves, consuming breath,
You are still there, behind my eyes,
I drown, you never lend a hand.