A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation
Would Death unmask the azure of the creation?
Oh, stay far from my crown of
certainties
A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals
Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar
Cause it will
never shine in your eden
A dying romance, withered by your naivity
The scent that I perceive comes from words
Which escaped
your mouth of flies
Selfish, fetid romance
You lick the s**t of this world
Men's quintessence sways in streams of
hope
Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals
Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you
The flames leave their
candles, soon they will die, too
Immune to life... I'll always die
In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie
Bedeviled
Paradise... web of all sin
Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed!
Selfish, fetid romance
You lick with a tongue of
thorns!!!