The Young Girl Assassin

You’re the Assassin!

You killed me more than once.

I survived and moved on,

Leaving you behind

In your home-made prison.

This cage of yours,

It’s made of glass.

There’s no air

And you’re suffocating slowly,

Melting away.

You see my reflection

On all the panes,

Reminding you

Of all your crimes,

Taunting you.

I hope you know that I mock you,

That I am the stronger one now,

That you cannot reach me no more,

That I am untouchable,

By you at least.

You might have murdered me,

My innocence, my trust, my youth,

But I have faith in me:

I am ME!

Thee

If thoughts could fly,

I’d send them to thee, my love,

Without a blink of an eye,

Of that dear,

Thou can be sure!

 

Without a doubt,

I should cry out

That thou have set my heart on fire,

And by Lord,

It shall not be put out!

 

May thy love be free

To wander through

The wilderness that is my spirit,

For if it is not,

I shall be engulfed

In the moving sands of sorrow!

 

Let our minds join!

Let us run for victory!

For with your love inside me,

No one shall ever get to me!