Rain of blood

The rain brings the annoying pieces,

Pieces that are forbidden to be touched.

Wasn't it only a few days ago?

Or a few months?

Hazy is this time I tell of,

As insanity hasn't left it's clutch.

I saw foretold what my first lover had said,

Alas Gaia now consumes her,

As she becomes one with the nature.

But she told me to build a palace,

A palace for my next love.

She made me heaven,

On the bricks of sweet love.

Her words I then did not understand,

Her last kiss is now the stuff of legends,

Like the first one, the magic still lasts.

She told me to let magic act,

And let time do it's works,

Not to rush with the first kiss,

For the first kiss binds the love.

And so after many a years,

I had gone to do just that,

I planned every step,

And every action was at hand.

Slowly I made that palace for the new one,

And it was a grandeur heaven,

I had built it,

For eternity it would last.

But alas it fell,

To quickly to understand.

The dreams washed

By the tears of a scorned heart.

She stabbed me,

While I was polishing the dream.

She stabbed me,

And yet as I bled,

I saw nothing further than that dream.

Darkness befell, I was ready to plunge,

The knife I had held,

But I had no nerve to make the cut.

Mistook the times when she smiled,

She had been smiling

To someone else as well.

Oh, the devil has been repaid,

For my deeds in yonder docks.

Without any sight I searched the stars,

Now I know them by heart.

Oh what heart there may be?

Of paper maybe, but again,

That paper has been stained,

By the constant flowing drain,

Of warm, bitter and terrible blood.

Casia, maybe farewell wasn't enough,

But that's the most I could give,

With the pain and the sight,

And the crushed dreams.

I could not do anything else

But run back inside,My very own wall.

~Fin

The Dead Revolutionary