That sun was out,
it shone on the hands
where the guilt steeped in love,
strange wounds sprouted.
The room was empty,
even the wind was waiting
and there was also blood, the silence,
a dance whispered to your heart.
That journey was dirty,
it led to a sea
where sin painted of white,
it seemed to never want to sink.
The rain was slow,
it fell on your eyes
and there was the red stained with red
that fast on the your belly rotted.
Your room filled with pride,
not even the wind dared to enter anymore,
my hand grasped the blade
tears and stains washing the honor.< br/>Lost in that sea.

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