Poezja

While the fragile dream 
abandones me
I can read the destiny from your
palms
Kiss me,
but this time with your eyes closed
And in your thoughts
send me to sleep
Erase me from your own body
And every little trace of me
turn into wind and dust
What once is read
now it's been erased
And when this fragile dream passes
I shall set this bed on fire
I shall paint your eyes red
And I shall seal your lips
I don't want your words
Forget me-for I have already killed you
in my thoughts        
 And when this fragile dream passes    
I shall set you free