Dreams And Tears

Dreams and tears, in an age when night knew no end
I dreamed while crying, my tears steeped in infamous bruises
I was a sorceress obsessed with luscious crimson flowers
I was the most impure and tainted blossom in the garden of the eternal night
Where I envisioned dirty fantasies and sensual chimaeras
I had become possessed by darkness and obsessions
My longings morphed into moths and biting incubi

My obsessions devoured me in their dim realm of seduction and destruction
I lay naked upon the wet and frozen earth
Powerless as I was in front of the immensity of an ocean of nonsense and decadence
Secluded in my alcove of madness, I passed my nights among nightmares
Born to be the victim of my own insanity
When petals of frenzy pierced me like tiny daggers of folly
Opening the portal to an obscure realm whose knowledge devastated me permanently
I was shattered and not willing to see my own reflection in mirrors

I felt the full weight of my anguish on my chest
As if a lustful spectre rested viciously upon my body
While the snow caressed me, as if it were its purpose to soothe my languid soul
My tears never left my face, descending onto the frozen soil and making blossom flowers of fire and darkness
The crimson moon cast faint glimmers across the night sky
Amid the chaos, the luminaries emerged in the shape of sparkling gems
And the firmament echoed my name through the stygian abyss

Sulfurous and gloomy clouds concealed all the stars, enveloping the night in total murkiness
All my dreams were burnt, and their ashes were buried beneath my gravestone
I became infinite, and nothingness as well, surrounded by fiery flowers and pearls of blood
The everlasting flame within my heart was untamed and filthy, like a feral creature
And the night penetrated me utterly like a vicious blade, leaving me in absolute stupor.
Elisabetta Esther