I was sat on a black bench, night
Painted white shadows on my back
I stared at you with the depth of love
The city was lurking under a wave
Of common sense and honesty
I took your hand I told you my secrecy
The hours spent far from you learning a spell
So that one day I can deliver you from hell,

On this black bench, lost in a mist of words
Every second you stayed silent was a swords’
Blow, a thunder murdering the quiet night
I told you my past and a future in sight
And you understood nothing, and I died
Old men were singing prayers, I saw a bird
Encaged like my heart, I took your hand
Put it on the lock of the cage, you wrily smiled.

You looked at the sky annoyed and dissipated the clouds
You dissolved the beauty of the night, for crowds
Were unbearable to your proud and composed face
And you dissipated my love as out of place
I was brandishing passion identity and asked you only for a mere
Ear – you told me find a friend elsewhere.

I told you something as preposterous as
I have won the swords of poetry for you as
Your eyes remained motionless, your heart a silent lake
Made of thousand liquid shining diamond as it took
Me days to breathe again
Months to walk again
Far from this black bench, night
Painted white shadows on my back.

I had stared at you with the depth of love
My heart was bleeding under a frozen wave,
Told you I did’nt look for a friend but to expose you a secrecy
Far from common sense and honesty
The hours spent far from you learning a spell
So that one day I ll deliver you from this hell,
This silver lake engulfing all your emotions
Drifting your heart away like winter clouds an upset passion