From the Pocket of a Dream
Drowned into the abyss of darkness my heart is wounded forever.
Another sleepless night when the demon of inaccessible love
flies laughing through this insane mind of mine.
I do not care.
I find myself picturing your face.
I pretend to see.
But your eyes are the distance.
I pretend that there is a future
predicting millions of precious moments,
thousands of nights.
I am blind for the truth.
I refuse to understand.
Oh, use your wings and come!
Before it is to late
before the evil seed of fear infect my luckless soul.
Let me believe that your words are mine
and I shall dare to open the heavy doors of my closed heart.
I shall dare to look for you and let you in
asking you to heal those wounds you have caused
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