Ironic

You are there and I'm barely on fire

You'd better go so I couldn't get any higher

I don't want you to fall on some disgrace

You shine right through me and radiates

A pure light who went directly from heaven

I love you, you don't love me, and what then ?

I ask around for any kind of cure

I feel so sick cos your skin is so pure

And though I don't know why I let you in

Your image travel slowly under my skin

It's like a cancer and I'd like to be dying

I don't what exactly, it's all and everything

It's so unimportant for you even if you see

You don't see, you give just a glance at me

I'm tired of all those silly games

And I ain't the one to blame

I didn't choose to love but now I have to pay

I don't find any exit, I'm sure there's no way

That I could escape from the labyrinth of my mind

I'm dying and still, still you stay blind

Soon I'll be lying six feet under the ground

Come on, descends, I'll show you around

What a beautiful grave you build to me

Must I be thankful for that inevitably ?

© Miss Zarashake

May 30th, 1999

For Guillaume Krin