Dawning

For them each night seem endless love
My nights are crawling to some headstone grave.
For them, a dawn is something white
Instead, for me, the dawn means death.

Each century I’ve crawled in night
Each street I’ve walked seemed like a dawning light
A world of humans and just two like us
What can you ask, the Spirit of those fools?

Today the fire rised from grave
A day in light’s no longer pain.
But thirst is asking human blood
And only death may be to you so kind…