Sketches of you in the mirrors
Illuminating the four corners
Refining my senses
Tuning my heart
While you embellish this rough air
Without life, without colour
Into a recondite place in your mind
Of silver trees and golden grass
Adapted, I seek you
You whisper in the breeze, casting me
Animals of twisted forms sing
Throwing black roses to shape my destiny
I arrive bewitched
You approach stretching your hand
Slowly in my heart
Penetrating...
Bleeding...
My heart in your hand struggling
Your eyes change to complete blackness
And the animals show machiavellian smiles
Dancing over a dark soil with a wind of ashes
Your world changes while I fall
Tumbling in a nest of demons
Consumed to the last pore
My blood drops grow to poisoned crops
To only feed you
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