And then…what?

And then, and then
and then it will be like dying
Fall down, never arrive
and then, and then it will be like to burn
in the hell that imprisons
And if I call you my love
you don’t laugh if I call you my love
And then, and then
and then it will be like dying
the night, the night that never passes
and then, and then it will be like going mad
in the emptiness that abandones
And if I call you my love
You don’t laugh if I call you my love
Love that doesn’t fly
that touches your face and leaves you
Love that is asking
that makes you breath and then it kill you
and then, and then it forgets you
it sets you free and then, and then
night that never passes
night that never passes
And then, and then
and then it will be like disappearing
into emptiness that never stops
and then, and then it will be like dying
if you want to go away
And if I call you my love
You don’t laugh if I call you my love
Love that doesn’t fly
that touches your face and leaves you
Love that is asking
that makes you breath and then it kill you
and then, and then it forgets you
it sets you free and then, and then
the night that never passes

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Nat

Always seeking the truth and curious about life mysteries

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