Why rude awakening inside your heart

I won’t depart this luscious life again

Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run

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In very deed we ride hell for leather

But they usually say – flesh for the morrow

In order to get into mess by midnight

In troth but she falls in and out of love

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My idol is the skin…and bones

So mote it be in frenzied deeds

Put heart in motion for passion

Do dash it hard to smithereens

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As if in graveyard dwelling throes

Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams

Yet very lamentable music in my mind

Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath

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Breathe in – the brave – into the dream

Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks

He bothers completely the life out of me

But once again – be one – and only…

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An ancient silhouette I see within the trees

At hand your soul howling of many wolves

I’m going to the past in order see the beauty

We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain

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Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale

Have taught many waves thru the Art

Through ragging and blistering sea

I shall implore Thee with tears in vain

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In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy

Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart

A horde of wolves fix eyes on back

Look skyward up into sapphirine azure

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Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour

Do don’t take the sweetest dream away

His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale

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