Spread across the sky my infinite wings,
Engulfing time, so that I come, where it begins…
Enveloping my heart in wondrous mysteries…
Again I taste the bitter of silver memories…
At night bathed
Your perfect skin
It’s perfect pain
I’d crush the ends
Of this wasting game
Your perfect skin
Is no mistake
This perfect fire
For heaven’s sake
Erase its memory
I’d face you with my
I felt I could escape from this world
And find peace in your arms
But your arms are the arms of death
Don’t tempt me
No, I live for you
There’s never been a me
There’s never been another
He’s burnt the witch
Her crafts, he’s hangged,
Her poisons itch,
Her soul is dammed.
Lips moist with venom
Caressed his smooth mouth,
He tastes the bitter,
She tastes the drought.
Eyes
Caged souls, for it is destiny
That we should never part,
The soft unfold of reverie
We’ve carried through the dark…
The moonlight shades a lonely tear
Its glow pale and serene,
And you are
Your skin crumbles and I fold
My blinded ration, obstinate
Inside his arms, he tastes like mould
We share this sin, misshaped my part
Nothing but slick mischief
Staining her innocence, what
Let us rejoice at the thought
Oh beautiful, bent mortal
You’re worth our heed, your worth is gold
Receding through the portal
Savagely bit, embedded lies
Do dwindle your perceptions
Lying
Lovely face
The mouth like a hole
The soul on the whole
Tainted fruit
Staring eyes, wild glare
Recycled features…
Pale as my corpse
Riding on a horse
Towards the east
The horizon’s
Restrain a smile, there’s no room for joy
Be happy you are loathed and mocked
Within this corpse I’ve found my toy
And yet inside him I am locked
Oh grizzled sun that sighs his shine
She’s
Where no glamour would I seek
Sour eyes meet in a swamp
Agony is slowly shrinking
Leaving heart skin to revamp
Scurrying over my flesh
Blaring out into my face
All the truths that have no
Create no more, creation less
Devoid and conceited,
One should now learn how to repress
Admit myself defeated
And if they’d ever come to ask
For his love or devotion
Should I have done my
It was cold
Night crawled upon the shoulders…
Of the dusty hill
The fog crept silently
Pacing upon the moist grass…
He stood there, alone,
Fighting his demons, rioting…
Against the heavy
It is forbidden that we dream,
When others see and loathe thy charm,
Yet visions blurry and divine,
Come in our sleep but do no harm…
Enchanted fluid, rooted in young heart,
Rotten white bone
It’s midnight’s hour and the chime
Of bluebells melts in hue,
I dream alone these dawns of mine
And their unearthly bloom…
The sky enfolds my tarnished heart,
And bathed in the light
A
I’m lingering to your skin
I’m threads of rosy flesh
I’m locks of tarnished veil
I’m yours when hopes are dim…
I’m murky blemished feather
I’m skull of newborn iris
I’m rush of crimson
I adore what rips me open
The wound that poised my soul
And death its cradle mute,
And should I part with you,
We’re parted from before time,
And now I bleed my tears
Like pure drops of
May we forever see the trees in blossom
And through the golden fields undaunted stream
Our spirit is endowed and grateful,
And bows to one unspoiled dream…
And should the leaves carry our
Je suis la captive
d\'un amour très maladif
donnez-moi les épreuves
ma conscience est si jeune
nourrir les espérances
sa douceur
attache à sa vengeance
quittez votre place
j\'ai besoin de
Ma vieille dame dans laquelle je cherche
Toujours grâce et amour
Pendant les années de mon enfance
Vous m\'avez entourée chaque jour
Les pierres grises et imposantes
Qui font la forteresse de
As beautiful as a baby
Lying between white velvet cushions
Heavy curls float over ivory cheeks
Deep eyes blending to celestial chaos
Warm womb
As beautiful as the new unfolding day
Tenderly
I linger to what was rightfully mine,
A thread of flesh, a stain of scarlet ray,
The taste of tainted fruit, at times,
Should alter you, yet one could say
Not kindness he may give when asked,
A
Such innocence, such smile, it all could mean deceit,
But, to his praise, the grace he held,
And unaware of his being under spell,
He deemed it shallow, when she deemed him forfeit…
A lace of
Golden tears of the sun,
Golden sunbeams of his eyes
What sweet madness has begun
All is lost but paradise…
Silky butterflies of light
Dark may come, I fear not
Drawing rainbows out of
One moonlit night, fast asleep
The verdure in its cradle,
While frozen motes of earth encroached,
Sigh at the Gods betrayal…
They awed in silence at their bond,
On spirit vowed to