our eyes are black like the hell
our looks are dead romance
and blindness burns in my eyes
no word comes over your lips
are like two claws in your shoulders
and open the door into the light
to breathe the air wich I do not need
and in the abyss of the night
it is deeper than your eyes
like a survior to a shipwreck
that swims like driftwood
throughout days and nights
my black and bleeding heart. More from Under Black Clouds