~S~

After spending the night out there,
looking for "heaven",
you asked me (surprised): "Where have you been?"
And I couldn't answer,
the music was messing with my head.
Your T-shirt said I run this world.

The fornication was fun,
but then your punishment for believing began.

You were slowly dying of trauma,
the on/off -happiness that ate you.
What was the two of us, was too good,
it had to be forbidden by someone.
§6 Restrain your heart that beats you.
I was a slut in an alcohol-induced coma.
Still, they could only keep you from me for a week.
You were stronger than them,
or maybe you were just weak.

The silence was there for something to follow.
It was up to you now.
And the ROT-666 of 2007
you drove down to the dark -
that was for me to keep as a memory
of you, my unstable miracle.

Your very own empty corner of my heart.
You'll be there forever,
living in the Sodoma
they left behind.