Getting closer to the sweetness of your embrace
My rose, I feel your touch
Like the evening chill it shivers down my core
Your bosom has become my grave.
You are the whore of the seven seas,
Doomed and cursed
Bringing forth lust and passion
Resurrect these fading memories and
Suffer the sweetness of love’s revenge.
With you
The amber sky is rather tempting
than troublesome.
The image of an angel curses the core
Of my soul as I lay breathless
And forlorn.
Alas! I see the gates of death open
Welcoming me into its arms.
I look back to see what hope I have
To live.
I see you.
My white rose dancing
Gently in the music of the wind.
I smile
But your thorns,
Your thorns have pierced
Pierced deep into my heart.
I utter…
DECEPTION.
Darkside 