In the knees I put my self,
In front of you, to venerate and dream upon,
Angelic imagine of my frame like elf,
To come again, I please for you at dun,
For because I wait in my simple realm,
Whit this servants empty knowledge, that is gone,
I sand, and wait, and wait, and wait…
Could be this a tragic faith?
Is it this that stands by me?
I do not now understand, why can't I see?
And again I rise my voice for you,
But you're not, and the echo splits in two,
Passing all this barriers of memory,
In my coldest desert frequency…
In what I wait for a unique sign,
From you, a simple smile will be fine,
I think that isn't much to ask…
But you are so perfect and I must…
I must… I must… although I feel so heavy now,
I scream, my body hurts and drops to ground,
The throne's so distant and I try to reach,
And I try to kill this inside leech,
The though that's eating down my soul,
And I start to crawl, and crawl,
Hopping that you'll come at me,
Praying to a god that doesn't see,
That this soul is hurting
That this soul is dieing…
That he's fighting whit this labyrinth in vain,
Waiting for the sun to rise, in a lonely storm like rain,
This, that I'm proving now, this desire,
That reduces me to silly crier,
And reminds me that I'm just a inglorious dyer,
A mortal whit no fame…
A human whit the same,
Weakness, that I have for you,
I hate the feeling and I hate you,
I'm in chains and closed in cell…
By your eyes, your imagine and so I fell,
In a sleep that starts whit strangest dreams,
Of you, of you, that seems…
To lead on other paths then this,
Whit a destiny of us that is,
So clear, so exciting, where is no fear…
Of our sentiments being rear,
Of our touches being none,
Of our kisses being gone…
