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I don't need your swearing nor vows,

words so deliberate, words so empty,

smiles in the dark hiding the thoughts

but gilding the purpose.

I don't need your trust,

because when I bleed,

you won't sacrifice the sleeve of your rag,

the cure will be too distant.

I don't need your help, the hissing promises,

over the chasm you will be the one,

who shoves me first, with the adamant eyes

filled with pride, so dignified.

I abandon your compass, your signs,

I don't follow your trace,

on other paths there are no stones,

that can hurt my feet.

I sentenced myself to exile

far away from your serenity,

where I can fill my lungs

with something else than your speech.

I don't need your help, the hissing promises,

over the chasm you will be the one,

who shoves me first, with the adamant eyes

filled with pride, so dignified.

I... I want to lay my tired body

under the skies that are truly black,

not in your shade of black,

I... I want to change

to see the colours

that you have quenched.

I want to breathe!

The dream is gone, I hear the heavy steps,

bonds of reality are on my hands.

Such cold chains, such cold chains.

They drag me down, bend my back,

like the shackles of a fugitive.

Kneel, kneel!

Under the oppressive pall of your grip

I will head towards the light to rise!

And one of these days my hand will hold the lamp,

whose  flame will reveal my path.

Lead me!