Macbeth

Like a spell from which I
can't awake now I sleep soundlly,
dying in your arms, I felt
your tears glide on my face
and your hands hold mine
for the last time,
the angel of mystery is
here to lead me in the kingdom
of silence.
we are immersed in a
boundless sea of sorrow
death is the darkened
horizon we'll reach in our wreck,
sweet is my rest like a kiss