This cursed life
A holy obscene.
To live is folly
And Death unseen.
What witness is there to hold
This sacred truth made bold?
The truth that there is no good
In this world of chaotic mood.
No more truth out there at all,
Their lies overpowering, making me fall.
The sweet nectar of destiny
Sapped from every particle of me.
What else lies around the corner?
To this world its lies have born her.
To me they scrounge about on their bellies
And there is nothing left of mine.
I’m shrinking in this world…
…my significance growing short.
No one believes in me.
No one will believe me when I say that they have lost all virtue.
No matter how the torrential tears fall…
Falling upon the only truths I know.
One with me I cannot see,
Helping me through this life obscene.
Eyes of gold and skin of pearl,
Slits of darkness in her eyes.
Lips of silver in the moon
And teeth of purest white.
Slender fingers to hold my hand,
Opaque obsidian in her dress.
Clothed in deepest shadow of her realm,
A realm of hard known truths.
Smiling and smirking around my face,
Lips moving without motion.
Whispering to my conscience secrets
Of others around me.
Giving me countenance when I have need of her.
So tell me if this is wrong!
Is it so wrong to hold the trust of evil?
Even though you know that in the end, it will come to no good, you just cannot help it…
Because you yourself are evil and dark shadow, and you cannot survive without it’s blackness of heart.
