romance In a shade… In the morning shade… With the stranglehold on your neck You are saved Don’t be so shy Wheeze and resist Till convulsions cease… Till convulsions cease I will save you from the sticky hands of ignorance and lies I will save the sublime chastity of your eyes Sleep, my angel Sleep, my angel still The affliction grimace
Will no more distort your face We were parted by The senseless laws of life But in agony You are only mine In this concise moment, Almost living, in my hands You are twitching and I am Almost dead, almost dead Sleep, my angel Sleep, my angel still In your gentle bed of Never ending childish dreams