howling desire
on my back on my bed
falling hard falling tears
fading hope fading self
one desire one act
the cold sets in
the pain comes clear
the saint leaves town
the holy speak fear
tears of grief
tears of remorse
tears of pain
tears for the sane
on my back
on my bed
in my hand
in my head
no one cuddles up like you
and tears like blood
trail the skin
tears like blood
never win
i have only one
life and desire
live for one
and die in the fire
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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