Bitter Aftertaste
Jan 21, 2015
Story
Bitter Aftertaste
Dreaming takes me there
where the Goddess dances free
leaving the nightmares
To dance on and on
becoming one with my soul
beauty resides here
slowly it happens
I begin to miss the beat
tripping and falling
down to rest my head
once more on my pillow soft
awakening me
My souls on fire
passions dared to dream at night
fade in the cruel dawn
nothing left to me
but the bitter aftertaste
and no mouthwash here
where the people are
wake my goddess wake us now
forget these nightmares
when I wake you sleep
too much pasta late at night
my days burn my heart
until I dream you
and can leave this world and no
bitter aftertaste