Walking the void

The swirl of obscurity,
it muted my life...
As another soaring,
to eternity,
to die.

In that corner,
How many tears I cried,
to let bloom that flower,
solitude,
they call it that.

-Among those ghost-
Suffering, but still soul-alive,
still alone, still divine.
His cold lips kissed my life,
-Then I get lost-.

I will put out each word,
that stain this night white.
Diamond features among,
every shade in crystal night.

I will cry under the rain,
In the fearest cold,
I will play.
For every sin,
I will die.
and in that stream,
I will fade away.

LyraGothe,,