Eros has claimed another victim…
This I must admit, this sin.
This time it’s you, struck in the crossfire.
It must drain you much like a vampire.
I've seen your wretched purity.
I've seen your disconnected reality.
Mind like a lacrimosa, unexposed…
You wouldn't show it, but it floats,
fragile, sad, empty ghost.
You match my dreams…
you attract my screams.
For love and for hate…
It’s much too late.
You, angel with the tattered wings…
You, devil on my shoulder, enjoying and destroying me…
You’re the source of my euphoria…
You’re the source of my melancholia.
You’re a drunken kiss and a broken bliss.
What shall I do with this? Why has this all gone amiss?
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 7:48 AM UTC
Eros has claimed another victim…
This I must admit, this sin.
This time it’s you, struck in the crossfire.
It must drain you much like a vampire.
I've seen your wretched purity.
I've seen your disconnected reality.
Mind like a lacrimosa, unexposed…
You wouldn't show it, but it floats,
fragile, sad, empty ghost.
You match my dreams…
you attract my screams.
For love and for hate…
It’s much too late.
You, angel with the tattered wings…
You, devil on my shoulder, enjoying and destroying me…
You’re the source of my euphoria…
You’re the source of my melancholia.
You’re a drunken kiss and a broken bliss.
What shall I do with this? Why has this all gone amiss?
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