Turning a soul into ashes
Whispering desire deep inside
Homeless and lonesome to find any place hide
Pain dwelling in every thrill
Sweet hope seemed to be so real
Blood on my hands is enough to cover all the lands
In the whole world forever lost in cold
A drop of guilt
I never had
A kiss of memory
Remorse, neverfading cold
Tearing apart my soul
And the voice is so real
Walking like in a dream
Hiding in every moonlit sleep
Flowing through, escaping so far from it all
In the world lost in cold
Slow flame burning deep within
In my chest without any tiny rest
Eternal recall, hope of silent melody
Forlorn secret remedy
To cure the wounds
To break up this curse
Give me your hand to feel the warmth
To take this taste of freedom and honey
An angel of lost will
My ever hidden thrill
Ever feel, ever dream
My home, my hope so real
Illusion, passion, oceansoul
For another dreambound
Once again – such a beautiful and amazing poem
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Thank you! 🙂
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