And when the scent is gone
No better are the days that promises nothing
And when the earth shakes
Nothing is feared.
After the last relapse
of the broken path of pain
There is still and only you
Why must one detest and not care?
Under the eyes of the gods we have wrapped our souls to one
And even though I am in your cold silence.
There is still and only you.
8:30am 24 Feb 2011
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