In the hour of Twilight, let us burn,
Let us burn with passion
As our blood boils and our hearts turn,
As we melt in one-another, morbidly…
                                     …in a romantic fashion.

Flesh pressed against flesh, I do remember;
The secret lips of a demon so tender,
And our bodies on top of a mound,
Twi lively corpses besottingly…
                                   …carving a new wound.

And let them be irradiated by our macabre ardour.

Pitch black, no sounds
Feel the shaking of the ground,
My mind, it feeds,
On the silence that it needs.

Looking back, no reward,
Only walking, I stay aboard
For the present, I shall cherish,
With the handles, of its doors, I shall perish.

My mouth, rarely talks,
And mistakenly, spits rocks.
My ears, decide on their own,
And my demons, in them, they moan.

My heart, longs for you,
They look for the future that I sew.
They ache, with such pain,
Only you could leave such a stain.

A door, just opened,
The darkness, being faltered,
I am illuminated, by a figure
Blinded, by her flicker,
I stand up, and walk through the ice
We embrace, and step into paradise.

Like an animal of the night, my wolf spirit chases,
An exquisite insanity, one in which I revel,
A slow prey with poisonous blood and sweat, with three faces
That, when caught, it whispers to me frailly, in hope to bedevil.

One face spits drunk and boiled spillage,
This one barks passionately without end.
The stock face of an accepted devilry, an advantage,
And an addictive **** that it lets out, a disadvantageous blend.

The other two look normal, but they rarely make sounds,
The deranged smoker is a thinker, a dying fool,
While the one in charge listens, teaches and knows,
While it fights with the other two.

The prey never runs away, but it sickly comes back to taunt my soul.
It tries to enthrall me with its black art, knowing my weaknesses by heart,
Sometimes I catch the prey, to which I whisper: “Feel my spit, black like a coal,
Never come back, you better hide, you haven’t seen yet my crazy part.”

And with a magical schism the prey splits
And hungry for adrenaline, my spirit chases them

Slowly succumbing to the burning tranquility,
My mind dreads on these moments without you.
A dark and cold sensation strikes me with agility,
Turning my burning heart ashen, cold, as fast as you…
                                                                         …ignite it again.

Is this Nirvana? A place avoid of everything but pain and you?
Or do I have monsters inside without which I cannot live?
Without which I cannot be human? What can I do?
Can I only wait and suffer through this calmness and give…
                                                                            …my scars time to heal?

She rises, from the sylvan horizon, like a brilliant entity,
Her skin gleams so that the sunlight hides in her complexion,
She settles lightly, with a gracious fragility,
She approaches me, intoxicating me with a new addiction.

The sun shakes, and the world stops, she starts approaching,
With soft steps, she colors life in her wake,
She embraces me, and then her lips start moving,
She playfully colors my ears with no mistake,

Our hands meet, we now bond like two raindrops under the sun,
A skin so soft, I revel in its deflection,
No pain and can advert us, as we melt into one,
As our bodies start wetting, they rash from the friction,

We’re kissing, evaporating sweat drops roll slowly down her cheeks,
We’re melting into tender delights, Am I what she seeks?

The sweet acid of love that pours when you depart
It wreaks a joyful havoc in the corners of my heart
Never have I witnessed such immense pains and pleasures
Then the ones I witness with you, my treasure.

This golden feeling of bliss, when you are around
I cannot fix to anything that people have found
But you stupefy with a sweet and warm fondness
And leave behind the wildest fire craving for a goddess.

The calamity hasn’t come until you have left
It softly creeps up the veins to commit the coldest theft
Leaving this fiery vessel floating on a frozen lake
Trying from his deepest reserves to not flake…
                                                 …and freeze.

But then I see, touch, hear and feel you close again
I rejoice in the most noble and pure sentiment, a refrain
So delightful even the coldest fires will respark, with a flame,
So bright, the darkest demons of the mind will blind, AND FOR ALL, I BLAME…
                                                                ­  …my Love for you.

Smoking at the mirror, sulking in a brittle rage,
One so strong, that it easily turns the page.
Without even blinking, I spit powerful words,
Cutting at my ethereal flesh like swords,

Hoping however, I will never run out of mettle,
Hoping the cuts will petrify, letting them settle,
As a great red crack in the skin, for me to wonder
If my swords have risen only from a simple blunder.

My consternation renders me catatonic,
Only the clash of fingers on the keyboard makes me tonic…
While her, she brings me to the doors of Heaven,
From where we drown the world under in a sweet Armageddon.

It’s been some long few days, with darkened skies
The sun and his colors doth not shine.
He has fallen, and burst, into a fiery blaze,
Purging all that was before and laying ash over sown crops

Stone giants now stand tall, shielding the fire gods’ rage,
I look up to them and inspire the radioactive air under their stalwart’s gaze,
The casted shadow now spreads and cutting cold now settles,
As the flames subside and a new frost strengthens the scaffolding of the future.

I keep the moon of soot under my frenzied eyes and raise a new temple,
Of a new fire god, one that might wash ancient and blackened soot
And cleanse the world of such cold and think beyond oneself,
So that hearts can rest easy…