Betrayed by my own delusions
I imagine being an ethereal fairy in my realm of dreams
Where no creature could ever perturb my heart
And I could cry out my soul
Invane becomes my attempt to remain wise and sane
Insanity and madness are my new names
I forget my essence to transform into another myself
And in this metamorphosis, I’m the ruler of my own kingdom
Silence is my new favourite language
I can touch flowers of emotions whose scent bewitches me
I’m under the enchanting spell that I’ve cast upon myself
I’m a turmoil of love and death, and no storm can prevent me from my intentions
Quietude is my favourite to express myself
I stare at my several reflections in the mirror of disquietude
And I hide behind the magnificence of my exquisite garden of dreams
Where I can fantasize about all my envisioned hallucinations
Because I adore soaking in the fountain of everlasting passions
As my limitless yearnings for decadence and dissolute emptiness increase at night
During my delightful slumber
When I’m betrayed by my own delusions
Lying in my garden of lush and mesmerizing flowers
I forget my name and my essence
And I don’t feel any fear or concern about my fate
Because I belong to the darkness and oblivion
The eternal night with starred skies belongs to me
I become an odd fairy floating freely among her flowers of decay
I identify myself with decadence and extreme love
Because I’m insane and a storm of passions
Melancholy and sadness are my steady companions
From which I can never separate myself
And all my blooming flowers wither and fade away
As soon as I weep for my long-lost innocence
Betrayed by my own delusions
I forget myself and I’m left bewildered
Intoxicated with the poison of my own desires
Lost in the turmoil of my madness and decadence.
Elisabetta