The last confession

I reach with the hand
of my heart to touch the answer
but it's hidden under the grey veil of night
Fallen because of it's own kind of reaction
is the last glimpse of hope: our insanity.

I will stay here, hidden behind the blood red curtain
of the sunset in your heart...
Or I’ll try to fly, but my wings remain broken
and no one is here to take away the pain...

I want to sleep forever,
to sleep without dreams... and to leave the pages blank.
I want to sleep forever,
to sleep without nightmares... and to leave the pages white