Be certain that those whispers are heard clear as a thunder and close to my soul... inside, where there is pure essence....
If you are falling, it is your will...for it is your will the one that bears no soul to go along the fall with you...Nonetheless; i'm there; there is a reason for everything.
As the guttural voice of your inner being utters those tempting sounds...I let myself go more every time; into the the unknown; which I dare to glimpse being by your side.
Meanwhile...I've been lured into following those lights, which I still fear...I'll follow you, now that you command; and I'll follow her eyes as soon as I can discern if you were making reference to your mother or to death...
Where am I going? Where are you leading me? You said you wanted no followers but equals, Am I none? Am I both?
My existance has already suffered pleasure and death by your hand; beware, maybe it is my hand the one to fullfil your destiny this time....underestimating is not wise, my friend.
At least I'm sure I'll find pleasure, and I'll give plenty of it at dusk, at dawn, amongst the trees or the trucks, amongst four walls or in the open air...just take me where the waves and the flames get together and find a way through you...
If you are falling, it is your will...for it is your will the one that bears no soul to go along the fall with you...Nonetheless; i'm there; there is a reason for everything.
As the guttural voice of your inner being utters those tempting sounds...I let myself go more every time; into the the unknown; which I dare to glimpse being by your side.
Meanwhile...I've been lured into following those lights, which I still fear...I'll follow you, now that you command; and I'll follow her eyes as soon as I can discern if you were making reference to your mother or to death...
Where am I going? Where are you leading me? You said you wanted no followers but equals, Am I none? Am I both?
My existance has already suffered pleasure and death by your hand; beware, maybe it is my hand the one to fullfil your destiny this time....underestimating is not wise, my friend.
At least I'm sure I'll find pleasure, and I'll give plenty of it at dusk, at dawn, amongst the trees or the trucks, amongst four walls or in the open air...just take me where the waves and the flames get together and find a way through you...
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