Don’t drink the salty waters of lethe
– you’ll stay there, in my oblivion.
Don’t eat, no flesh, no fruits
– you’ll dissolve into my nights.
Attracted to light that kills.
Don’t let me kiss you on your eyelids
– you’ll blind me
for your heart and soul.
Don’t fall asleep in my arms
-you’d become a part of me,
bound forever to my fall.
pic by Yannis Kyriakides, Lethe