Agonizing slumber in which my hopes were portrayed
As purple and blue broozes appeared out of the betrayed
Night that I once spent in Moscow, wondering, pleading
For another chance to open my eyes and see everything
To fall and get up again with broken limbs and a broken mind
To see you crawling on your knees, for one more time to find
Just like the tinted red rain that so heavily fell upon my heart
You knew all the right words to tear my languished symphony apart
Far beyond the raging bombs, far beyond the unconsciousness of ignorance
You stood there armed against shadows wanting the fragrance
Of the blood running down my throat with a silent slither
While it burns my life like the dire had made me fall and wither
Worthless efforts to scream within and die without
The taste of freedom, taste of something else but your mouth
The dagger reached so far deep into my wound and twisted in it
That the glare in your eyes was but another consequence to live with
Blood was like wine
But another way to make us euphoric
How quickly would the blade shine
And open my veins, cursed to being cryptic
Drops of blood
Witnesses of our passed desires
My life, was made of blood
Until I faded into your unnourished fires…