I can still feel the stigma
of your kiss,
it's always there,
on my forehead, -
at night,
it shines like a star,
at noon,
it turns into the third eye,
widely absorbing
all my weaknesses and doubts.

I can still feel the touch
of your hands,
it's always there,
on my shoulders, -
at noon,
I believe, that I am a brave warrior,
at night,
I embrace the bleeding wounds
of my fate.

Bless my heart
one more time,
pray for me dearly, -
I was meant
to cross this world
like an icy river.