Cristal soul

I remember our kiss, in that enchanted forest, where the leafs have fallen to the ground to make a better view for our eyes. I saw the lake turn into a body that has inspired us to kneel and wait for the tunder, nobel has humans, honoured as gods. We've bathed in the waters, dressed with our purity in erotic desires, left behind the felling of emptiness and loneliness. Like within a dream, I undressed you as I was invited to enter your body and mind, mixing our souls in the same god-like creature. We were adults in children's games, we were nothing in thin air as our hearts decided to stay there forever and never to return to this terrorizing world.
Locked inside, mirror reflection was broken and twisted, a shadow of the path that torments me still. Like and orchid, beautiful outside, but so poisoned and angered, with a single breath she would kill. Living for herself, in the denial of fate, swimming in the air that draws her near to the abyss. Return to darkness, child of a dream, moving with the sound of the wings of a butterfly. Dared to leave her dreams before she could understand the purpose of all this torment and all this pain, enigma brought by the rain. And no one can see what was left behind, that souls that is compelled to be broken into a million pieces, never to return to that place, where the memories are lakes of crystal that only brings tears and suffering to her face.
A silhouette of me in the background, forgotten by will, leaving in light steps as the piano gives the demonstration of the attention, monster within, kept inside a cage to never leave and rule the body of the child that won't grow. It's November, her time to go forth and assemble the remaining pieces of her crystal soul for a day, to cry honestly and feel the warmth of her parents as it was in her innocence, as she always wished to be. If it's rain falling in her face or tears that fell on the ground, no one knows, no one seems to care. They look to theirselfs and see the failure in their eyes as she leaves again and again to the despair of disturbed mind. Leading to victory, the death of another lost mind, a crystal soul that I had in my hand.