At The Hours's End

Come with me,
On a journey,
Into our disease,

Look into my eyes,
Feel my breath on your cheeks,
No mask, no disguise,
No secrets do we keep,

Treading unknown streets,
And empty squares,
Where fallen angels meet,
To comb their ash-like hair,

Walking deserted paths,
Across broken fields,
No hands, no promises,
Do we ever yield,

You touch my lips with yours,
Fire has opened the doors,
We stand before,
Hand on heart we swear for more,


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