Kiss of the Grave

 

Nor the light neither the night

just a hollow spreading the drama inside

and the words of Satire can call the cupid from the grave of love

tomb to tomb

all just them that you wanted to be, dear?

or all I can do to you?

there must be rain shouting the wolf to cry on the shadow of heartbreak

between the oak trees and the deep of cliffs

the red of the blood

and the white of the bones

I see no tears play music for the crematory of love end

or it never will be

call me and kiss me

at the grave of love seduction

and at the end of heart assassinating

and a pray for the hollow that spreading the drama inside

June 12, 2010

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