The echoes from my heart, br Come back in waves of sorrow... br Even if I am bleeding screams, br I’m still crawling, seeking for love, br My undying hope is forcing me br To still walk on this path, br When I would wish to give up, to rest... br br Why doesn’t hope fade away br Like all the other good things? br br Is hope a part of lust? br Only lust is undying! br It seems to have died sometimes, br But then, it comes back in waves of dancing, br Comes back in an erotic motion br That bounds two souls together... br br Or maybe it’s just a part of the beast in me... br br Hope, a part of life, br Lust, a part of death, br br Hope, a part of death, br Making it seem sweet and silent, br Lust, a part of life, br Making it seem warm and silent... br br The echoes from my heart, br Come back in a melody of sorrow... br Even if I am singing along, br I’m still waiting, still standing here, to see my end, br My undying lust is forcing me br To stand still, motionless pictures of a naked you, br Appear before my eyes, br Through I wish...I wish...I would forget you...forever... br br ©Elya Thorn.