*if i could

If i would find a ryhme 
to turn back the time,
I would say it again
and again,
to give you the blood 
of my vein. 

To make you only mine,
drunk of my bloody wine. 

So I can't find any words,
that stop that horrible hurts,
which hold my breath so still,
like a windless mill. 

I can't get it back. 
But it follow me
and bite my neck. 
Like a old true ghost,
which knows me most. 

If i would find a ryhme 
to turn back the time,
it would stuck in my brain
and I would say it again
and again,

again.