FOOTPRINTS

If I were

Child again

I would stare

At that dead man

Walking down the unmarked street

Walking through an empty crowd

On a liquid ground

Without a footprints

 

I am king

But I´ve lost crown

And pass an endless

mortal yawn

I grab a mist - dead man´s grail

The shadow slowly consistate

Any ray of sun

But it´s late, it´s done

 

A glass from gas

Protect us

A sea of hands

Touches my face

Take me to your Empire tonight

Oh sweet eyes your surrounding is tight

Bone, my dear, I´m out of fear

Tear me, tear my, tear!

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