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Now it's time, time to say goodbye.

this is the point in the letter

where I guess I die.

So I'll fake my best

and lie down inside,

let my green eyes turn white,

give up the ghost with one sad sigh.



I can count the crosses,

two by two,

in rows horizontal,

with these crosses I denied to deny You.

Oh, but now my heart will be unwound

the crimson strands will retrace their steps,

to the time when there was nothing left,

and I was a mere boy of two,

maybe I should've choked then,

and not be the one who killed You.



Yet at the graveside I cast my rose,

two red, one white lilly

fall silently on dirt stained clothes.

and I cross your arms,

and I kiss your head,

my fingers run over your lips,

soft, pale red. dead.



Oh, for you to rise again,

my whole life lives inside with You,

this surely is an untimely end.

So, I'll bury myself here,

with veins of blue,

and pour dirt on me

and pour dirt on you.



Love like this means acting a fool.

I denied the world to love only You.