From afar
Dressed in flames, bloodred, she appears.
In a shapeless, dimensionless void,
timelessly; Nothingness is being soaked with our Blood.
In this darkness
Her edges completely wear away,
vividly vibrating, approaching;
turning back into herself from herself.
Her cold touch, oh, endlessly sweeping.
Leaving an unholy mark in bones and blood.
I can't see but feel that she has come
and that I would sacrifice my blood.
Having taken a piece of me,
leaves tasteless bones beneath my flesh.
Pale and splendid,
and nothing left of me from my past.
Lifeless, ignoble flesh am I,
only a body for this evil flood.
I'm mounting her taste and blood,
and our glowing desire.
Lifeless, ignoble flesh am I,
where icecold beauty returned,
flesh gains meaning, it burns and I crave
for having it torn with new claws apart... |
