Senca

I lost more I ever gained
Far away, far away...
Thunder die, heartache cry
Star-crossed light never meant far, far away...
Whisper trance-enchants and fear!

Light and fags, hope and fear
Start to think and start to hear
My voice soft, wit and charm

Off I rise, twilight-path
Never saw such trembling harm
Cut-tongued spheres to appear
Falling down so fresh and free

Flat my voice, wake or sleep
I have met within my dreams
Never feel a calm so deep

How can grief break the wall
To my long, long promised way?
But my sake I will break,
Break in pieces never seen

Senca, nevermore...

Beauty, pleasure, youth
Which one will I choose
To uphold my wounds?
Beauty, pleasure, youth
Two of them to lose
To avoid my tomb