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2005-04-10 | |
Donâ€™t ask me where I have been
For there is no answer,
Donâ€™t ask me where my steps are heading
Because the night meets no directionâ€¦
Donâ€™t try to chase away the tempest
Of these dreadful nightmares
For you shall drown in the stream of death
In your quest for this nightâ€™s meaningâ€¦
Why canâ€™t the air
Breathe your revolt away
And spread it all over
The shores of madness?
Why canâ€™t the tormented ocean
Set your mind free and break your fears
Or murder your ill consciousness?
Why canâ€™t the moon, so sad and so pale,
Come tumbling down over your senseless body
And break the walls of this ridiculous jail
You so much cherish?
So donâ€™t you dare ask me,
Embodiment of sorrow!
For you I have no answer!
Your eyes of death are frightful,
You lips of wind are filled with poison,
I shall neither see you nor hear your cryâ€¦
For I am here and you are there,
I am alive and youâ€¦
You are just a mere nightmarish bat.
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