Louis Wien

Glöriä:

I met a girl, very much like myself.
Same paws, same flaws,
Same curiosity about the world.
I saw her in my heart,
Mirroring the stars
Shining like a metaphor of endless dark.
Une petite coïncidence?

But I know we’re different,
Too different to be one.
She’s like the spring
A sweet kitten in a princess’s dream
With a thousand flowers blooming in the stream;
Yet I winter
A mind of a killer
Whose love is either cruel or blue.

However I was poisoned. Addicted
To melt in her glance
To lose in chasing her phantoms
To believe in the lies that we’re one, a fated one.
Just like a Greek must find another part of him,
I must find you, ma chérie.