She calls my name.
I must abide her.
Her one desire.
My true empire.
The morning fog covers with perfection
I feel her whimpers.
My passion grows.
The crawling chaos.
She has brought.
with her loving touch.
Piercings stares.
breathing air into my being.
a depressed puncture.
The morning fog comes again.
She takes away the mortal pain.
A taste of my blood.
She dies inside.
Heart of mine.
She has kept.
The crawling chaos is here.
Reveal the darkness
Dusk is here.
I am lost.
She is gone.
Gone.
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Incredible how one man can compose such a thing. Beautiful. Today's one-man bands (or projects) are to me contemporary composers comparable to those from the old times like Wagner, plus they are their own orchestra... WolfGang