Its 2 am, I step out of home light a cigarette and take a walk down the pine trees and suddenly something draws me far away where no one has ever been before, I find myself surrounded by void, then appears a big gate, I take a look inside there is a garden a never ending garden, its beautiful and blu with mist that wets my face, the mist pushes the door open and I'm tempted to go inside, i take a quick look at my palms and see the scars of the thorns I have pulled from myself then I'm tempted even more, shall i step in to the garden or not, am I ready or shall I still weep over my past relations.
Then stands up from under a tree, a naked woman with wings that are shaking from the cold and her inner war speaks for itself, shes a fighter, she has put down her sword and layd to rest forever, I step inside take off my coat and give it to her, I hold her onto my chest, I spend the night with her, she is now warm, she lays sleeping like the leaves after an autumn breeze, I feel her, she is frail, I want to ask her what is her name and why she is here.
She is alone, her hair is dreadlocked and not for anyone to stroke, her lips are dipped in poison for no one to kiss, her nails cut like the cold breeze on my chest, her chest is painted with blood for no son of man to feed from.
I want her...
I want her...
I want her...