My Tainted Longings

My tainted longings blossomed from the nocturnal obsessions that sought me in the mystery of darkness.

I was a sensual creature living in a realm of impurity and decay, feeding myself on otherworldly lust.

The devastation of my heart had turned me sharply to agony and lust. My melancholic unsaid words had become my delicate self-annihilation.

My impaled heart bled copiously, blood and unapologetic everlasting flames. A myriad of claws clasped me as if they were the souls of burnt flowers.

In this doomed realm, I was the only spell-casting enchantress, so much so that I dared to fantasise that every dream of mine had become a haunting obsession.

I was feeling terribly sensual, willing to allure whoever crossed my path in the forest of despair and ripped hearts.

I had lost my innocence centuries ago, when the stars still showed only their pure, divine sparkle, for now my obscene and corrupted soul was cast away by the very stars I had loved so tenderly.

My tears melted the frosty soil into a swamp of blood and dust, my only cherished refuge where I could paint crimson roses and pitch-black ravens.

I had been crowned the queen of ghouls in my phantasmagoria, where multitudes of claws strove to penetrate my body in every conceivable way.

What I had been offered was a treasure chest filled with torn hearts and stardust. I belonged to the kingdom of oblivion and monstrosity.

I could hear the languid moans of souls who had been inflicted with punishments as sharp as blood-thirsty thorns.

I belonged to the void, and I had been forsaken by my fate. I was drowning in the infinite ocean of nothingness, and it seemed as if I had never been born.

And that’s how I turned into an enraged shadow, among the endless expanses of emptiness.
Elisabetta Esther