I saw the shadow following me
No fear I felt deep inside
Only a kiss of desire and a touch of sin
Step by step shadow came closer
Whisper was silent, seductive flame
One sight was an unveiled proposal
While night took my soul and guest stole my name
Your eyes are deep
Slow flame of desire
Your lips are a dream
Sacrament of campfire
Night is your guide and wolves are your angels
Ever sigh you stole from me became your neverfading breath
Coming closer I saw the reflection
Smiling face so familiar
Eyes of a memory, grin of a mirror
Voice, seductive whisper
Rip off my eyes to make me see
What I turned out to be
I lost myself in that darkness
Rip off my heart to make me feel
The dance of thrill, the touch of sin
You left me in that madness
Your eyes are deep
Slow flame of desire
Your lips are a dream
Sacrament of campfire
Night is your guide and wolves are your angels
Ever sigh you stole from me became your neverfading breath
Cut off the wings of a dream
To watch me slowly dying
Cut off the tongue of a sin
To make me ever flying
Rip off my eyes to make me see
Sacramental gates to eternity
Rip off my tongue to make me feel
True meaning of word untold
I don’t want anymore…
Any lies, any words, any life
Nomore feelings, nomore believings
Cut off the rope, take my hope
Let me feel the last breath of fall
Linlin's Poetry 