It was already over 3:00 a.m.
A daybreak almost as sensual
As the contrast of your blood's color
Running off from your pale and delicate face
The rain washed my tears
As salty as our sweat
My senses are now useless
My words have no destination
I feel dead and anesthetized
The dying solitude
In the emptiness place, I find your absence
So serene and lifeless
In the await for a farewell kiss
My only fellowship now
Is the scent of your death
A daybreak almost as sensual
As the contrast of your blood's color
Running off from your pale and delicate face
The rain washed my tears
As salty as our sweat
My senses are now useless
My words have no destination
I feel dead and anesthetized
The dying solitude
In the emptiness place, I find your absence
So serene and lifeless
In the await for a farewell kiss
My only fellowship now
Is the scent of your death