Captain of your heart

Captain of your heart, in evenings when everything goes wrong. That nothing makes sense. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. My fuel, my essence. We two farther than our hearts do not dare. In the sunset of the sun on the bay. Where your soul settles. Amusing, causing. The gods, the devils, their two feet to be danced in the water. Hating itself, dashing swearword. Kissing us, provoking them. Durably, infinitely, all the time. Walking in her rock in sinking. In their souls, their quicksands. Trampling them absolutely. Unsurprisingly of this slow drift. At night when our shadows arrive. The cold with. Violent and dry. The sky, its infinity, the desire to be gobbled up. Farther than the Mont Saint-Michel, his archangel Gabriel. An evening of November on the frozen ground. To bang near the winter. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. Come console her poverties. Running away on the moor and its mysteries. Where do we go? Running as crazy? There is nothing more behind us. Left on a fit of madness. In the life, in the death, up to the end of our desires. On the night borders. Cherished by the vibrations of a violin. Ropes tightened on your heart, its partitions. Shelling the stream of its regrets. Exaggerated to make cry. I know you, you like feeling sorry. To haunt me, coil you in my thoughts. Never forget you. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. I like your body heat. The color of your blue eyes. Your laughter, your sighs. The reddening sun knocking at the door of your empire. I may not abandon you. To go where? At the bottom of a hole? The gods, the devils to laugh. The sea taking me far from you. In a country without queen, nor king. Eaten away by this infernal pain. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. With this unilateral fear. That you think only of you. I see you walking in front of me. Following you as a doggie. I am crazy. Of your blue eyes. Supernatural. Languishing. Disrespectful. Paradoxical. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. Stronger than me. Our life, our law. Once upon a time. Our prison environment. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. Our years filtered in the hourglass. Abyssal. A hope, a groan. You little girl, my fatal innocence. Tiny for a maximal desire. Disappearing in the distant. I shall be there tomorrow. When you will return. You promised it. to me. Swearing that I am. The captain of your heart, in evenings when everything goes wrong. That nothing makes sense. You, little girl, my fatal innocence. My fuel, my essence.