Friday, June 4, 2010

Ice Romancer

Which will one's existence be?
Where did one hoped to live?
I am wounded of a sorrow rather that a wound.
This invisible sorrow is painful.
Am I tumbling down in the pain?
I do nothing but cry... I want to still love you.
Under this mask, I tremble in a weakness of lamentation.
Whom do I seek? Who do I hate? For whom do I live?
I do not hesitate more.
Take along my sad blood.
Destroy my frightened face.

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