On frozen banks of your heart

On frozen banks of your heart, I was mislaid. Your silences, your absences pushed me there. Without goal, wandering on the deserted moor, without reference mark, I did not find you. You flee this place. You fear it. You are afraid to penetrate there, of you to mislay there. It exceeds you, crushes you. The demons which hide in you precipitate there sometimes. You debates, you do not want to come to fail you on black stones of your distress. You have badly. This evil lives in you. It corrodes you, plunges you in these silences without end which precipitated me on these frozen banks. I wanted to understand. The Weather is cold. Without key to escape to me, I hate this day when I met you. Your smiling face, your hot hands, your fired smiles. I let myself capture without fighting. The demons in you can cheat so well. You were the slow anguish of my days, of my years which little by little were consumed. More nothing to say themselves, learn how to hate itself. It was necessary that I would be insane to remain. You had one goal to involve me on frozen banks of your heart. You gave me in grazing ground, without hesitating. The only compromise with your demons so that they leave you in peace.