Acheron

I saw you coming my way
I saw you diving
It’s just too real
Not a dream
Not a vision
It’s just too real
Losing my will
And still
Shed a pale tear

In the silken fringe of my faint eyes
You found the way
How does it feel to be in the play?
A pious poet, enemy

Sweet-scented angel
How does it feel to tell how awful you really are?
All the keys come crowded
In a different way
Be yourself!

Feel no shame!
Clear away the gloom
Tell me where real pain lies
With a quarter moon
Winter wind blew pale

Not a vision
It’s just too real
Losing my will
And still
Shed a pale tear