Confession

Рядко някоя поема ме е грабвала така от пръв прочит, още повече на английски... Искам да споделя и с вас част от нея, скъпи хора:

Confession

Dead silence all around
and I can cry no more
lie broken on the ground
I feel my heart is sore
from grief that's violence
from mourning agony
from painful impotence
to hold you here with me.

Their mournful Requiem
won't reach my deafened ear
where numb indifference
replaced the unknown fear
I'm dead although I live
blind, dark in light of day
the comfort that they give
feels cold, so far away

The life that's left to me
is none but endless fall
a fading memory
a long diminished call
a nightmare without dawn
my trembling fingers trace
the softness of your lips
the lines of your fair face

I'm lost in your dark eyes
the warmth of your soft breath
their promises are lies
illusions turned to death
And bleeding I confess
how much I craved this bliss
I longed for your caress
in death I crave your kiss










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if i can stop one heart from breaking
i shall not live in vain