A storm of sadness and anguish is striking me with all its might
And I cannot possibly escape it
The sun is shining brightly
But my heart is as dark as the night.
Hence, I wait for the night to come to rejoice in its feast
Fearless are my desires,
And shameless are my fantasies
I find delight in crying because I can let my fears manifest freely
I’m odd and unusual
I cannot fit into any description or catalogue
I live of dreams and wonders
I breathe decadence and melancholy
After all, I am the embodiment of tragedy and blight
The storm of sadness comes back every day of my life
It is a familiar shadow at my doorstep, and I embrace it
I drink the poison of my hallucinations like the sweet nectar of the abyss
A luscious decay draped in perfumes of bygone eternities
The wind wails my dismay through hollow halls
In chambers long abandoned the ever-faithful night is my sacred dwelling
Little daggers of despair pierce my heart, don’t let it rest even for an instant
My sensibility is a cherry tree in full bloom under the storm of dreadful occurrences
I dwell within my hallucinations, lost in a world of beautiful delusion
Every dream carries me to faraway realms, where reality dares not follow
I love to indulge in my wild fantasies and my delirium is a paroxysm of lust
In my kingdom whose sky is made of red and purple clouds, everything is possible and limitless
Nevertheless, the storm of sadness never left my dreams
Always looking for me as a creature of its belongings
Dressing me with an exquisite gown made of tears and sorrow
Chaining me to a dungeon of dark madness and loneliness
From which I am bound, unable to escape for all eternity.
Elisabetta