Silent is the dawn, a cold dew has reached the soul...deep beneath
Only the words are left, too late to heal, my twin is leaving
I can’t stand the sun, nor the faith...and I disbelieve
Every leaf has to fall, the wounds stay behind...they bleed
I carry thy flesh, there is no glory, and hope? There is no trace
And I mourn thy death, silently through the dawn
With all the ghosts around me, with all the grace...
I shall leave...so be peaceful my beloved
Heavy is the burden, thy heart will no longer bleed..."
© Thymournia, 2014