Emerna The Broken Branches Of Sentiment
Do not fear of my insanity,
There is nothing but solitude with me.
Bloody tears are falling cold,
In the river Saray slept alone.
Where you'll bring when you'll lost,
A purports deep in your life.
Quiet a gloom creeping will be arrived.
Quiet the night will be empty.
I curse the name of life, because I am dead.
I tear my heart of sick, I rend my all.
Forgotten words of a holy mass.
Forgotten songs of love.
Recollecting the blackest destruction.
Recollecting love's future and past.
I fear my sword of self-destruction.
I have seen a time,
Thousands of palpitant hearts stagnate,
By the sob of thousand dead doves.
How many stars are drowned in void?
And why the moon is flying deep?
What axe breaks the branches of sentiment?
'til I tear my veins by that.
What plague chews the forest of love?
'til I invite that in my eyes.
There is a torn forest of love in silence.
There is an oldness in my solitude.
