It’s white: a terrifying colour full of silence.
My sight is melting, spreading my emotions like rolling wet pearls,
And she performs her dance, calmly like it’s nothing.
Strands of her hair shine like shooting stars,
falling around her frame, along with my desires.
Two red diamond pierced her light skin:
Fear-love, panic-calm, cowardice-strength.
They pass through my bones,
acknowledging every beat my lungs hopelessly execute.
I’m like a blade of grass in a storm.
She’s charming like my forefathers told me
as stripe by golden stripe is wrap her body
and paint her in an ethereal dress.
She’s now the underground master,
and amidst the blank chaos, she evokes her demonic power,
igniting everything around, burning my clothes, my past.
Time is spellbound and kneels before her in fiery chains.
Humanity like I know it fades into my blurred memories,
and it’s dark.
Dark behind, dark ahead, dark everywhere.
I’m not human anymore…
I’m a free creature.
She touches me, gently stabbing my soul with her fingers,
infecting my blood with her sweet poison,
crushing my lips into her immortal kiss,
burying my body within her thorns:
I’m in pain-I’m in love.
I am happy-I am sad.
I feel compassion- I feel hate.
I can cry- I can smile.
I am dead- I am alive.
White…no…it’s blue.
Tiny blue crumbs grabbing at their hands.
With every drop of blood running through my veins,
her presence dissolves into my fingers,
and my hand gives birth to our child.
