The sky bleeds once more
Regretting all the dreams it tore,
Yet again light humbly decays,
Yielding to the emerging darkness with grace.
When the sky turns crimson,
The marrow within me loosens.
I grow unsteady as I hear their whisper,
Casting chants, craving for me to listen.
I awaken once again,
Heaving to their call, surrendering to their spell.
Every time I gaze upon their blinding beauty
I accept the poison being injected into me.
They play and tease, flirting shamelessly,
The fountains of dreams that plague the darkness from within.
Piercing through the chaos of creation,
Each of them is an isolated virgin of damnation.
Each time the golden Golem falls asleep,
The wielder of desire blossoms becoming the night's lover.
In its lust filled light I bask,
Contemplating on how time has passed.
These silver maidens from above
Always taunt with silent whispers couples contemplating their love.
But only I know of their pain,
Damned to an eternity of despair.
For every time that darkness is reborn,
That tarnished shine rips out their soul;
Each time one gazes upon their limerick light,
They are raped, depraved of purity - all in the midst of the night.
Virgins that flow through chaotic dreams,
Whores enslaved to lust's screams;
How I wish to be able to set them free,
How I long to join them in their eternal flee.
I am a son of this plagued Earth,
Consuming my Mother's flesh since birth;
A sinful, lust filled being as I am,
Tarnished by creation, created from perversion;
One as myself - smeared in clotted blood of the deaf,
One as twisted - blinded, all seeing when bonded,
One as resented - discarded from Mother's embrace, forever disgraced,
The only one left to bear witness to the demise of humanity's bloodline.
Endless cycle of despise, the guilt I bear is only for breathing Life;
Being born into this world, is the sin I carry within
The blood rushing through my veins is the mark staining my way;
Generations has my kind been enslaved, trying to rid ourselves of pain.
This I wish as I gaze upon my beloved, intangible virgins,
This - and no more, just to have eternity take my soul.
This - but only this, to join the keepers in their bliss;
This one frail silent whisper, said as I sacrifice the soul of a sinner ...
Let my roots vanish,
Let my feelings perish,
Let my blood spill,
Let my soul dim.
So I may join my beloved in their cursed dreams,
So that I may nourish my tears with their fears.