I have worn out my claws through my clover I’ve found it’s this yearning that ruined it all Eclipsed it now mirrors oblivion Stay still within margins of the looking eye
Then along came this moon with its bliss Making clovers seem emptier still It screamed faultlessly into the night Killing all the sunlight
Oh, how I longed for my rose In the end I saw not enough flaws The foundation of mirrored lust I fancy my beliefs raw and untouched
My mind be punished for all its thoughts Ignorant indeed and by no cause lost Blade of the coffin seems near and close
Redefining death as the splendorous gift One can have, one can give Exploiting this pure flipside normality
One can illuminate brightness further Excited and moist within careless seductions
I have forgiven my clover Still I’m deserted at heart Who can tell what will penetrate my psyche As turmoil has rested inside
Once I felt sure how to be approached Once I felt good, I suppose Then pure feelings begged me to step aside And become a mortal
Sculptor, inventor, whatever suits your technique Deformer in vanishing art Molten beauty in continual dread
A thousand views entered my corpse No need for blameless grandeur I apprehended that I wouldn’t respond I’ll hail you master
She was to say in the gentle sweet ways How to fulfill my apprentice with rage Who was to save my untruthful demands? Leaping forth queries towards distant lands…
My core was feeble but my eyes could still see… Body of mine losing limbs rapidly - “Inanity is force-fed to your kind… Punished be you for the thoughts in your mind!” Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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