Dead boy's elegy...
One Morning when the last drop of dew fell into the humble ground of my dreams
I found myself before a great vast scene, meadows of velvet softness
views of landscapes lost into labyrinths of sinful delight
views of unspeakable beauty and dark at the same face
I found myself before the great image of a dark fall water
The wind was blowing singing candide sorrows of joy
telling me secrets hidden into the corners of my memories.
One Morning when the last beam of the sun hath touched the valleys of my dreams
I found myself before a mirror water of forgotten essence
I saw thereto deep into wrapped whirls of insanity a sad reflection
a dead boy sunken into tears of solitude and pain
a dead boy driven into madness by the lost hope of his own
a Dead boy frozen into everlasting oblivion frozen into demise
a haunted spawn come from lost horizons, a boy I saw into the dark fall waters.
Once I saw that boy alive, once when the trees were young
when the eerie calm used to befall into vast dunes of snow
when the spring of primeval days came along with blosoming dew
when even the sun hath not seen the face of the moon
in those primal days when everything was young and pure
I saw that boy alive, happily singing cacophonies of sweet ambrosia
Once, just once I saw that boy, and I gave my back on him.
Vanishing memories of haunted times came to my mind
like ghosts tourmenting my poor and withered soul
Oceans of images crossed before my eyes and one action came
the crying of lost mourning, silent sweeping and ordeal
I found myself wandering through some ghastly moments of wrath
and my sore throat's screaming out of angry minded heart
his effigy was providing such pain in my soul, his image lost brought memories to my mind.
Bells from unknown chapels began to ring and resound
like drums from under domains, like a heart undead beating
blinded melodies of forgotten echoes of time rumble in me
like if the mere image of this dead boy could awaken a lost life
long forgotten ghost gone through the stargate of eons
Dismal situation of bright view, dismal image was that boy
the dead boy under the frozen water of my dark fall water.
Some say that only what he needed was a toy
only what he needed was a gentle touch, a simple word of joy
Some say, the boy just needed a verse of simple poetry, a mere look with tender and care
to comfort his hollow heart, Only what he needed was a toy, only what he needed was a word
a gentle act of affection and comfort, but his wish faded
faded losing into shades like dust in the infinite time
he did not need a manifesto of love, just he needed a gentle touch.
The twilight hath befallen into the valley of my dreams
the warm embrace of the night was falling again to cover my ground
the time faded again like water through my fingers
and I was there still standing lost into the vision of this effigy
the dead boy lying in silence and tranquility in the bottom of the well
Then the night came and with her, her sister moon to comfort my cry
but my mind was still fixed into this boy's eyes, trying to bring those memories.
Fading and falling I stood for ages before that limbonic image
slow winds were breaking soundscapes, and the waves of velvet came to me
This boy moved all that was in my world, and showed me new colours
in my onw world where the storm and dark reign, I was falling now
Falling eternally into spheres of katatonic damps
I was floating freely trying to flee from the shadows' tentacles
and just the eyes of this dead boy kept me attached to this loneliness
I listened to the sound of his silence leading me into shades of purple
sliding down, falling, falling into deep dark horizons of me
MY heart was aching and drifting through agony and anxiety
only because one morning when the last drop of dew fell
I found myself before the reflection of the mirror waters
Sliding down I was falling deep and deep into me
Falling into the temptation of this dead boy's eyes
I was trying to expand the view from my shallow memories
Lonely Was I, Lonely Was I glancing deep into this image
Only what he needed was a toy, a gentle touch
to lead him into the warm embrace of a smile
To lead him through the dark, to lead him into home
suddenly the crows cried aloud into the night
and the skies open to weep and let their tears fall
I was there still, standing at the edge of memory
and the sky was weeping mourning because of my pain
and then, from the opened eyes of the boy I saw the truth
He was the boy I once saw just to dismiss and betray
He was the boy I used to be, the boy that only needed a toy
only needed a gentle boy to lead him through the dark
and the tears flew from my withered eyes, for I was him.
One Morning when the last drop of dew fell into the humble ground of my dreams
I found myself before a great vast scene, meadows of velvet softness
views of landscapes lost into labyrinths of sinful delight
views of unspeakable beauty and dark at the same face
I found myself before the great image of a dark fall water
The image of a long forgotten ghost, the reflection of a boy
the reflection of me, it was there, the ghost of the boy...
(only what he needed was a toy, a gentle touch to lead him through the dark
only what I needed was a gentle word, a tender embrace to awake this dead boy from slumber)
One Morning when the last drop of dew fell into the humble ground of my dreams
I found myself before a great vast scene, meadows of velvet softness
views of landscapes lost into labyrinths of sinful delight
views of unspeakable beauty and dark at the same face
I found myself before the great image of a dark fall water
The wind was blowing singing candide sorrows of joy
telling me secrets hidden into the corners of my memories.
One Morning when the last beam of the sun hath touched the valleys of my dreams
I found myself before a mirror water of forgotten essence
I saw thereto deep into wrapped whirls of insanity a sad reflection
a dead boy sunken into tears of solitude and pain
a dead boy driven into madness by the lost hope of his own
a Dead boy frozen into everlasting oblivion frozen into demise
a haunted spawn come from lost horizons, a boy I saw into the dark fall waters.
Once I saw that boy alive, once when the trees were young
when the eerie calm used to befall into vast dunes of snow
when the spring of primeval days came along with blosoming dew
when even the sun hath not seen the face of the moon
in those primal days when everything was young and pure
I saw that boy alive, happily singing cacophonies of sweet ambrosia
Once, just once I saw that boy, and I gave my back on him.
Vanishing memories of haunted times came to my mind
like ghosts tourmenting my poor and withered soul
Oceans of images crossed before my eyes and one action came
the crying of lost mourning, silent sweeping and ordeal
I found myself wandering through some ghastly moments of wrath
and my sore throat's screaming out of angry minded heart
his effigy was providing such pain in my soul, his image lost brought memories to my mind.
Bells from unknown chapels began to ring and resound
like drums from under domains, like a heart undead beating
blinded melodies of forgotten echoes of time rumble in me
like if the mere image of this dead boy could awaken a lost life
long forgotten ghost gone through the stargate of eons
Dismal situation of bright view, dismal image was that boy
the dead boy under the frozen water of my dark fall water.
Some say that only what he needed was a toy
only what he needed was a gentle touch, a simple word of joy
Some say, the boy just needed a verse of simple poetry, a mere look with tender and care
to comfort his hollow heart, Only what he needed was a toy, only what he needed was a word
a gentle act of affection and comfort, but his wish faded
faded losing into shades like dust in the infinite time
he did not need a manifesto of love, just he needed a gentle touch.
The twilight hath befallen into the valley of my dreams
the warm embrace of the night was falling again to cover my ground
the time faded again like water through my fingers
and I was there still standing lost into the vision of this effigy
the dead boy lying in silence and tranquility in the bottom of the well
Then the night came and with her, her sister moon to comfort my cry
but my mind was still fixed into this boy's eyes, trying to bring those memories.
Fading and falling I stood for ages before that limbonic image
slow winds were breaking soundscapes, and the waves of velvet came to me
This boy moved all that was in my world, and showed me new colours
in my onw world where the storm and dark reign, I was falling now
Falling eternally into spheres of katatonic damps
I was floating freely trying to flee from the shadows' tentacles
and just the eyes of this dead boy kept me attached to this loneliness
I listened to the sound of his silence leading me into shades of purple
sliding down, falling, falling into deep dark horizons of me
MY heart was aching and drifting through agony and anxiety
only because one morning when the last drop of dew fell
I found myself before the reflection of the mirror waters
Sliding down I was falling deep and deep into me
Falling into the temptation of this dead boy's eyes
I was trying to expand the view from my shallow memories
Lonely Was I, Lonely Was I glancing deep into this image
Only what he needed was a toy, a gentle touch
to lead him into the warm embrace of a smile
To lead him through the dark, to lead him into home
suddenly the crows cried aloud into the night
and the skies open to weep and let their tears fall
I was there still, standing at the edge of memory
and the sky was weeping mourning because of my pain
and then, from the opened eyes of the boy I saw the truth
He was the boy I once saw just to dismiss and betray
He was the boy I used to be, the boy that only needed a toy
only needed a gentle boy to lead him through the dark
and the tears flew from my withered eyes, for I was him.
One Morning when the last drop of dew fell into the humble ground of my dreams
I found myself before a great vast scene, meadows of velvet softness
views of landscapes lost into labyrinths of sinful delight
views of unspeakable beauty and dark at the same face
I found myself before the great image of a dark fall water
The image of a long forgotten ghost, the reflection of a boy
the reflection of me, it was there, the ghost of the boy...
(only what he needed was a toy, a gentle touch to lead him through the dark
only what I needed was a gentle word, a tender embrace to awake this dead boy from slumber)
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