23 April 2012

I wish the air could be blown away,

the waters would lift and

disappear into thin air,

the earth would sink.

And drown. And end.

And fire be left,

fire to burn the rest.

There will be nothing

then. For you, for me, for her,

for the many things that were:

Heave Earth and Hell,

a world;

in my eyes, my heart, my soul:

No more.

dyanaromeroNo More • Opuss № I