Vague sounds of reality
burned out in the dark
And I looked into the eyes of abyss.
The hour
approaches soon,
And the Moon,
Dim as clay,
Shall pour
a hailstorm of tears
Into my swollen eyes.
The obsidian sky awaits,
And I am waiting for you,
A fragment of life exhausted,
An asphodel heart-print. ..
Enfold me in your veil of Darkness,
To celebrate the reign of weeping night,
Mock me, oh, mock me!
If my voice is unsteady...
You, so proud of your pale masquerade!
Dancing in a breath,
Refilling the tide of moon beams...
And I, but death chained within you,
Oh, beautiful, beautiful You!
I have written your name so often,
On the icy-cold marble,
That my rotten hands have now become
The roots of my misery..
Kill the dying in my soul, my love,
For Death, once dead, bears no more dying then...
And I, willingly be taken,
Shall cease no more!
But through these epitaphs, woven in thorns,
pathetic stories, laid in bones,
I see these words are poison...
Just like me.
Words only kept me breathing...
Only nursed my longing
For your lamenting hands...
To grasp my face.
To hear you singing me back to sleep...
Uneasy and unsetting.
But the only emanating breath now
is a wind...
And I abandon my heart,
So that I cannot make wishes anymore.
And now it is so much easier
To keep my eyes closed in the dark.