My scars remember youYou asked me if I was doing fine..."Bastard, you took advantage of my weakness.You knew I wasn't going to say a word about your experiments on me,My soul was far too fearful to striveMy throat far too feeble to shoutMy friends far too inexistant to get me out ofThis vicious circle you plunged me in.You liked shedding my red cells didn't you?Drawing nasty flowers on my arm,With your lethal tools.Trying to appease my senses with that sadistic grin of yours.My body engraved of your stench,Your resonant laugh stuck in my head, sweet dreams became gloomy nightmares.Give me just a simple bladeAnd you'll regret each of your breaths.Dear, be my guinea pigThat won't hurt, I promise...Or maybe you'll just feel wind blowing on your throatBut I swear...Once I'll free a foutain of bloodAnd, once I'll slice your limbs into pieces...I mean, into crimson petals!Trust me, after that, you won't feel any damaging stimuli.That may be unfortunate actually,Because
I miss you so muchOh cherished girl, There are no words to explain how much you miss me.Why do you keep vanishing? Leaving my distracted mind by itself.Why do I need you like humanity needs bright souls? I want this magic sparkle to light my mind up.Why do you keep reasoning like a lost and fading echo? I'm searching for you throughout my hollow loneliness.A burning desire to tear my twisted consciousness apart -I'd ardently kiss you if you had bleeding lips, Reach the close sky to choke these demonic stars.Iron willpower by my side, pointed horns on my skull...Is that devilish I'm willing to do anything for you?For this thin shape of your sneaky shadowFor this bewitching fragrance of your caressesFor your feathery and appeasing presence...I crave, like no one else does,This syringe.
Winter Stone (4/4)Frosty wind blowing,Sarah felt a stream of chillsRunning through her very spine.Among the bare trees,People started to left this cursed placeLooking deplorably on the faded groundA friendly pat on her shoulderCompassion, sympathy, pityWinterly desolationIn the misty air stillResonates, far away,Human lamentations.Howling wolves beyond the pines,Like suffering from despairWater stopped flowing-Icy moon reflecting on her eyesMotionless,This scene frozen foreverSnowflake on her nose,Tears on her crimson cheeksThe bell tower tinkled-She left a last wet lookOn the cold stoneInscribed for eternity:"To Gabriel and Celine, beloved Parents."