"Russian Lover"

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2013
Может я хочу сделать признание? Я освещение свечи для вас и I. Я молюсь о воскрешении любви и все вещи, которые мы потеряли в результате пожара.

 

I can draw inspiration from a thousand galaxies worth of sorrow
But oh darling, can you feel me now?
Oh darling, do you understand me now?
Blood concentrates within my knees for the timeless prayers I made for us

 

 

I pray for our restoration and through hope I channel the birthplace of love
But oh darling, can you finally forgive me now?
Oh darling, do you understand the importance of redemption now?
A hemorrhage pool from my knees, tired arms like Moses, unanswered prayers

 

 

I mourn for you like how an infant mourns for its mother's breast
I need you around like a fish that has its gills gasping
But oh darling, can you accept this now?
Oh darling, must you be so unforgiving, cold and defensive now?
(No nourishment, no air, no hope - for us)
It's pestilential the way I can't move on

 

 

The misery of our abolition feels as if the acid from the rain melts my bones
I shall gaze upon a rainbow with antipathy
If only we had the gift of telepathy
Then all wrongs could be made whole
Dwelling in the paranormal
Clinging onto nothingness
Falling from the mountaintop
Radio silence

 

 

Casualties of life
They say that misery loves company
But do they understand?
Can they feel the void?
Empathy does
Despair is a demon like radioactive poisoning from Chernobyl
But oh darling, are my intentions a bitter pill to swallow?
Oh darling, do you see my compassion now?
Take another pill for health, stability and love

 

 

Our destiny forever disdained
Bathe in emotion
Our paths bridged once again only to bring us cardinal misery
Only an infant horse with broken legs can understand the weight of my sorrow
If a fragmented heart is truly fragmented, then why does it still feel pain?
Is it sinful to question destiny?
But oh darling, was it necessary for you to walk away?
Oh darling, do you really curse my name?
Within the deepest macrocosm of my mind, a choir hymns a triumphant melody
They chant your name, "Russian girl, Russian lover"
Such a sweet and radiant sound and it feels like forgiveness
An angel gently took me by the hand and showed me that I must move on

 

 

Я простить вас. Я всегда будет вас не хватать.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to I.S.

 

The title of the poem and any person(s) alluded to has since been edited for various reason.

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