Don’t Leave Me Alone [With the Portrait of April]

Don’t Leave Me Alone [With the Portrait of April]

With the paintbrush of a god
she was damned in a portrait;
in my mind.

Now her beauty immortalized
in the sadness of my pupils;
tonight.

And framed on my wall
her picture looks so pretty;
haunting me
once more.


Don’t leave me alone with the portrait of April,
Her beautiful eyes and her mournful cry.

Don’t leave me alone with the portrait of April,
For fear that this madness will surely make me die.


And even if she doesn’t understand
Looking from far so high,
the way that I love her
and the reason why
this bitter insanity of mine
pushes me to the ground,
when loving is a crime
finds me guilty
and pulls me down.

And yet

In my sleep
I dream
With your hands.

In my sleep
I dream
With your smile…

Your smile…


In a desperate cry for help
I can’t help breaking;
Into tears.

But her portrait still remains
And I continue lying;
At it’s feet.

The greatest expression of art
is the silk of her skin;
under her sheets
where I lived.


Don’t leave me alone with the portrait of April,
Her beautiful eyes and her mournful cry.

Don’t leave me alone with the portrait of April,
For fear that this madness will surely make me die

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