Rapture fall in grief, insane
Then I took your hands 
Bitter kisses take me high
Upside-down the lands

Spread your wings, embrace my mind
As I drink your blood
Leave my grief, in past, behind
Throw to face of god
                    
Get me high from fire-red skies
As your sweet-smell hair
To green ocean, to the deep
Like a drowned sailor's sleep

Want to be forever there
But not as your slave
I turn back, it always hurts
Back and never be the same

© Crypt Jaintor, 2015.
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