And you said the sun would shine again,
yet only shadows I contemplate,
all in all pervading the corners of your self,
filling you up with the waters of sadness and despair...
What is there for us to behold when all is gone?
only the ashes of suffering buried in oblivion?
Oh my decadent angel,
shed your tears now,
for all that there is will be just a fading vow...
You said once again that torment will redeem us,
yet it has tighten its grip on us,
suffocating the beating, tearing us part,
flooding our eyes and inflicting pain in our scars...
Is there a reason for this long waiting?
the sands of time seem relentless,
unable to let us pass by to the other side,
and in a desperate fit we only desire to be no more blind...
Pain is love, suffering is rapture,
shall we contemplate things this way?
and drink from their nectar so we do not feel more pain?
oh my decadent angel,
haste your way and let us not stay,
for this realm hurts us within,
and we desire to our hearts in oblivion bleed...
rq
moscow
31.3.11
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