In desolation and affliction, I was left viciously by my wicked fate
Hopeless and deserted by all my dreams as if I were not worthy of bliss and ecstasy
Delighted to let my senses abandon every type of wisdom
I stopped to chase what couldn’t be mine forever
Hence, all my crimson roses began to wither
They become obsidian blossoms like the deepest night
I could only sigh and weep surrounded by the skulls of my memories
Ancient skulls and black roses all around me
They became my guardian angels watching me closely
They were the witnesses of my defeat and decline
My virtues became my blemishes and I became a demon of myself
I was a terrifying ghoul of the darkness, hunting dreams and love
Nevertheless, I wouldn’t be able to catch dreams or love
Being both of them out of reach for me who I was a simple creature of nightmares
I even chased my own shadow in vain but I couldn’t find it
Because I had no shadow and no soil
My heart was filled with poison and decay
There was no more space for love and delight
The perpetual state of grief and misery transformed me into a spirit of dismay
I embodied sorrow and every teardrop of mine was extinguished
I had lost everything so dear to me
I had lost everyone so loved by me
I had lost myself in obsessions and wickedness
I had to die several times in order to be born again and again
How many times have I died?
I never remembered it because each time my heart embraced death I lost my mind to an amnesia
Thorns and brambles carved on my body arcane messages of wreckage and doom
I have felt doomed all life long with no redemption or faded hope
I was just a ghost of despair and nothing more
In desolation and affliction, I’ve found my eternal respite and I surrendered to pursue all of my dreams and desires all at once.
Elisabetta