Secret Locked in a Stare

There is a secret, a locked door and an empty stare,
a stream of dead illusions and dreams flooding all around... all becoming worn out.
I may never unlock the door but I may feel my cup with the tears of your empty stare,
and drink of it, swallow you into me, and embrace you,
for our existance may not yet come to an end,
and this dead illusions and dreams will remain inside of us hence forth,
and we shall walk this earth with broken hearts,
for our grief will surpassed its own self,
and with our tears we shall quench our thirst,
yet pain will struggle to remain.
Embrace me now for I want all this to die,
and to be buried in the deep grounds of earth,
since the suffering will never seem to disappear,
and not eventhe dying light of sunset will convince it to fly away.
My angel, cast your sorrowful cry on me as I embrace you,
as that secret hidden somewhere desires to born and leave its prison.
Embrace me and never let go this winter of ours, our refuge for our broken hearts,
for our never-ending flowing tears,
and cast a shadow to keep us away from harm.
Let them mourn us while they hold bunched of dead roses for the are lost somehow,
and in their memories we shall be no more,
but in their hearts they shal sense our cold touch,
our flooding tears,
our dying embrace.
My angel, hold me tight and give me your crying empty stare
and enter in my decaying soul,
enter the prison I have become,
and do not let go.

15/2/10
Moscow
RQ