Sweet dreams

[binrui]

There is nothing fair to play,
no aim to strive for,
your illusions will die...
gray days to the end.
And in your eyes a light take away,
sady eyes when you are looking the maps.
Noside to go,
noside to get back.
Nothing that make you laugh,
nothing that make you cry.
Love of the older novels
whisper a wish to the stars.
Take my hand and sleep just to my side,
if you don´t bother,
i will rest here to the end.
Without looking each other,whithot speaking,
We will see the sun rise,
sweet drugs
will tell us about a sea near here.
And in your eyes again
live tremble in a consumed candle.
And in silence
i hear you palpitate;
there will be always a dawn
to wake up.
Take my hand...
if you dont bother i will stay here.
Sweet dreams.
Hiden from the night,
and from the black horrors.

Hiden from the night,
and the black horrors.


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