The Scarlet Rings

It is one of this moments when throbbing fingertips
drop after drop surrender the desert of my lips.

I've opened my scars more then they could expect and danced...
Their melodious singing so delicately cooled the heat of my veins
It's one of this moments when throbbing tips of my nerves
explode with colorful symphony...

That day I fell on the ground and died...

That day the golden autumn leaves buried my body and my mind...
That day I laid on the ground and died...!

I did not touch the scarlet rings although they circled around me...
Tempting beasts and whispered into my ear
to let them wrap around my wrists

That day I fell on the ground and died...
That day the golden autumn leaves buried my body and mind...
That day I laid on the ground and died...!

I did not touch the scarlet rings
although they circled around me...