Saturday, September 12, 2009

Angel of Death (for Ian Curtis)

Why do you look at me this way?

Why cant I look away?

Why do I walk closer....

and you dont run away.

I feel something...

down inside.

Why do i rise to see you, to feel you?

Fear and courrage.

Your lips are black, like your hair.

Kiss me now, angel of death.

Kiss me now and take me to the end

Hold me close...

Dont let me walk away.

I fear love has gripped me now...

getting darker now.

Yet I am not afraid.

Take me to the world of better

Never let me go.

Now we can always be...

I have feelings for you

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