The Demolition
Our white castle is starting to vanish
I doubt we'll be able to rebuilt this ruins.
Those feelings that we're supposed to cherish
appear to be even less than the Blue is.
I'm trying to sort out the pieces of gloomy
reflection, which somehow I ended up saving,
still seeking for "better", for flames in the blooming
and stinking like corpse our mutual craving.
And our grey castle was starting to fragment,
from every crack spilling extinguished stardust.
Now, while you're begging that's not what you have meant,
you still claim my life evoking that bizarre lust.
But our black castle'd been starting to crumple.
For decades it also will have left neglected.
And our gold line was coiled up into sample
of how two mad souls should Not be connected.
That grave Acid rain is disastrous and Hot.
But although it causes an awful distress,
it seems like this spring with "forget-me-not"
will never reborn in "Forgetting-you-yes".
4.05.2014
NikA
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