I want to be like the sea
I want to be like the wind
I want to be like the leaves floating free in the mist
I want to fly away into a dream.
Elisabetta
Tag: ethereal
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I Want To Be Like The Sea
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Beneath The Hollow Moon
Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered behind shadows
It seemed like a dream but it felt very tangible
It was an ethereal feeling mixed with physical perceptions
In a secret garden made of dead trees and withered blossomsThe ephemeral veil of the night enveloped me
I was an invisible creature of the night
Hiding from mortal sight and dreaming with open eyes
My visions and hallucinations had become realityThe haze of darkness cast a spell on me
Odd spirits offered me to drink from a goblet of poison
It was a magic potion of oblivion and poison
Whilst I sipped it, I fell into a deep slumberI had forgotten my name and the place where I dwelled
I had become a ghost and a shadow of the night
Imperceptible even to the stars and the moon
I was lost in the labyrinth of my own nightmaresI waited not for my death because I was no longer a mortal
The sorrow and distress of the human world didn’t touch me anymore
I was the darkness and the night
Empowered but still a captive of this arcane underworldEvery part of my incorporeal body belonged to this dungeon of royal decadence
A victim of haunting eerie dreams, I had no other place where to go
It didn’t matter how long I could have screamed my memories
Nothing changed, and my fate stayed unaffectedI had traded my freedom for a kingdom of death and ethereal phantasmagoria
Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered endlessly
Seeking my lost heart in the maze of resentment and silver coffrets full of secrets
And each sigh of mine transformed into a raven rose.A heart full of sorrow and a crown of black roses on my head
Nothing else.
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Teardrops Of Expectation
Teardrops of expectation accompanied me on my silent nights
When my solitude was a phantom visiting me during my feverish slumber
I left the real world because I knew I couldn’t belong to it
In the end, I was a creature of the darkness
Craving for mystery and arcane revelationsI knew not what was expecting me
The unknown was my gloomy path made of unstable cobblestones and thorns
I may have desired that my dreams could become true
Nevertheless, I was the silent muse of sadness and the embodiment of grief
I stood in the middle of my dark chamber, waiting for a signMy mind was full of hallucinations and demise
I couldn’t find myself and the meaning of my existence
I was there still like a marble sculpture and my heart was a cold stone
Nothing could ever break my bones anymore
I embraced my fears and my doomed fateDrops of gold and dust descended from the ancient walls
It was like even the walls were weeping my anguish
I became dizzy and weaker like a small petal falling from its flower
I was not like other mortals because I was an ethereal spirit
Living in a castle of decay and forsaken vestigesDeath was part of my being as long as the eternal void surrounded me
The soft melodies of the past had departed from my reality
Where I was, the reality was obliterated as well as time
Despair transformed into a surreal garden of oblivion and madness
Full of dead spirits and shrieking ghoulsTeardrops of expectation softly caressed my heart
As if my waiting were the apex of broken moons dripping onto vacant meadows
While silent masks bloomed from the soil
And I dissolved as a nameless ghost into the shadows of forgotten kingdoms
Beyond every imagination.
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In Chaos And Madness
In chaos and madness, I’ve got lost while dreaming
It was as if I could see only with my soul but not with my eyes
The realm I found myself in was just an illusion of my own imagination
Wandering around among fantasies and hallucinationsI became aware that everything was going to be destroyed
Death and obliteration were waiting for me and my realm of dreams
Behind every bliss of mine, there was a tragic ache that carved wounds on my body
A hopeless loneliness was the only flower blooming in my gardenSordid was the soil on which I trembled with dread and fear
Where each flower was watered by illusions and embedded in despair
Each petal bled with loss and remorse at the feet of the fountain of disdain
And I felt overwhelmed by the dizziness swaying between chaos and madnessI couldn’t see any creature on the darkest night I have ever attended
While the silence had devoured every sound, it left the pounding of my heart to hunt me
I was torn from my world of daydreams to be cast into a realm of annihilation and grieve
And became part of the garden of dead treesEvery sensation and memory muted into a scar
Every teardrop became part of that fountain of grief
The roots of each hollow tree chained me to the cold soil
I was one of the several withered flowers in that garden of insanityThe instability of my condition was assured by my bound to decadence
I swore my oath to the thorns that crowned my garden of roses and frenzy
Delirium and ecstasy possessed my bleeding heart
All the longings of mine were buried deeply into the abyss of eternityI screamed my despair, and I cried teardrops of blood
In chaos and madness, I had become the darkness and wickedness
I was the queen of the night and eternity
And the void belonged to me as long as I belonged to the realm of death and oblivion.
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The Bloom Of Oblivion
The bloom of oblivion flourished everywhere
The flowers of destruction and decay bloomed
They paved my way to the abyss of death I was destined to follow
Without hesitation, I followed them with devotion and sacrificeI lost my wisdom and my resilience to embrace a doomed fate of distress
Each night had become my day, and my sun was the moon shining silvery gleams
A gloomy silence surrounded me as a funeral hymn
My withered heart was my only guideI wept and cried to the night sky that echoed my laments
Beneath the indifferent gaze of the stars that mocked me
As if I was a miserable creature who had lost every direction
No compass was showing me the pathI was alone in loneliness and prostration
I could hear the scream of death from time to time
I knew that I was bound to despair, and my
existence had ceased
My appearance was similar to the ghouls I was encounteringI had lost everything, and nothing could have redeemed my life
No entity could ever rescue me from my obliteration
I had buried all my dreams, and no consolation could alleviate my suffering
I stared at the moon with my eyes full of tears, but nothing could have been alteredI couldn’t perceive anymore the passing of time
The graveyard where I ended up was so dreadful with its blooming flowers of oblivion
Every flower was blooming as a withered blossom
And all the trees were hollow and dead since innumerable epochsNo wish of mine could ever be granted
The bloom of oblivion was everywhere in the realm of death
And I stood still like a porcelain sculpture without blood in its veins
I had lost my soul, and my heart had withered irredeemably
Love and desires resided no longer in my heart
Since everything was nothingness, and I was a tiny part of the immense void.
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I Belong To The Nightmares
I belong to the nightmares and the nightmares belong to me
As long as my heart still beats I will be a creature of the darkness
Anguish and distress are the reflections of me in every mirror I encounter
I have no name but my past is an abyss of obliteration
I have a dread of existing because I belong to death
I possess the gift of scorn and indifference because nobody ever loved me
I’ve always been despised and estranged by every shadow of this world
I don’t belong to anyone not even to myself
I belong to darkness and death
Having lost all those treasures I’ve cherished so dearly
Now I’m left with nothing but the dust of decay
My bones and blood and heart belong to the underworld of death
A realm that despises every miserable being parading their ridiculous triumphs with vain and frivolous prideI belong to the nightmares and the dungeons of madness
I never follow the trail of soulless being of this material world
I stand alone in my misery and proudly away from everyone
I don’t need anyone belonging to humankind because I feel only rejection
I’m a shadow of the night and my heart belongs to whom is not anymore with me
I sealed my heart with ancient crimson wax made of my blood and tears
Pride no longer belong to my ethereal sphere, where I decided to enclose myself to avoid the corruption of falsity and hollowness
The silence that I chose to embrace is deeper than a grave
In my sanctuary reserved for the broken and cursed spirits
I despise the sunlight, and I devote my fetish to darkness
In my veins flow only blood made of sorrows and black ink
I have become the manifestation of all my screams that nobody ever heard.
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Under The Lights Of Dying Flames
Under the lights of dying flames
A dreaming image of myself appeared to me
It occurred in the chamber dimly lit
While outside, the wind kept knocking on the windowMy secrets became my blames
And I had to endure so much distress it couldn’t be kept inside the oceans
As far as I could ever imagine, my existence was bound to the fate of my dreams
Each instant resembled a drop of poison tainting my heartI remained asleep while the candles wept their wax onto the silver
And I was mourning the truth I couldn’t confess
Surrounded by shadows moving gracefully like ethereal skeletons
Turning me into a silhouette of grief and disdainI couldn’t understand if I were dead or alive
I couldn’t even perceive my body anymore
All I could sense was my frailty facing the abyss of despair
No presence, no voice, came to ease my sorrowThe squalid solitude paralysed me to my deathbed
I became intoxicated with the scent of incense and decay
Conscious in my unconsciousness that I had no hope or salvation
Silence crowned my invisible haven, similar to a vestige nailed to the walls of my mindI wandered incessantly through my thoughts like a ghost in a cathedral
Each memory of mine was a hollow and deformed ghoul
Dripping like wax from a long-forgotten candleI couldn’t escape from my nightmare because there was no awakening reserved for me
I was doomed to the segregation of dimness
The image of myself faded into smokeI vanished in the emptiness like smoke upon a mirror
Under the stare of my candelabra with their dying flames
No traces of me could have been found
No voice of mine was carved on the walls of eternityUnder the lights of dying flames, I became a shadow not even the moon could claim as its own.
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The Spell Of The Magic Night
The spell of the magic night bound me to a deadly respite
A slumber of shadows too deep to escape
Under the siege of absolute silence
Dreams whispered legends of ashes and decayI was facing all my fears and my subconscious
It was like opening an ancient chest that long-time remained closed
Disclosing memories enveloped in dust and grief
Each emotion was a fragile relic, and each fearful thought was an erratic rhymeThe consequence of my own darkness dragged me deeper
As my shadows manifested like abandoned ghosts
And I became a captive of the stillness
As I came to be aware that the price of awakening was far too highImmobile I remained on my fancy bed
Expecting my frenzy to embody the shape of one of my visions
I longed to become an illusion adrift in the aether
Like divine smoke rising from sacred incenseMy heart was pounding from the sinister noises above me
It felt as though I lay beneath demoniac clouds
Where wicked souls wove silent conspiracies against me
The void inside of my heart consumed meI surrendered to the phantoms of my anguishes
They were no longer my tormentors but silent companions
In the vastness of my hollow night, my thoughts dissolved like torn silk
Each thread was lost to sight into the infinite darknessI finally ceased to search for who I was
Since I became a part of that quietude I once feared
I hovered through each memory of mine
I had become a vibration surrounded by the velvet darknessAll that surrounded me turned into a silent garden
Where hushed sorrow bloomed with invisible petals
And dreams fell like shadowed snowflakes
On the altar of my fading spiritI wandered like a ghost trapped in a hall of mirrors
Indeed, I had become a phantom of my own making
And I eternally remained trapped in my dreams
Under the spell of the magic night.
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Teardrops Of Blood
Teardrops of blood descended on my cheeks like timid waterfalls
While the cold freeze of a winter night stroked me
A memento of my mortality and fragility
Like dancing leaves falling from trees under the influence of an extravagant windSince the day my evil fate threw me into a world of misery
I escaped from reality to find myself in the realm of bizarre dreams and odd nightmares
I had found myself living in a new world
A place of ghostly apparitions and utopiasBurning flowers became sparkling torches, guiding me in my journey
In this labyrinth of darkness, I felt so overwhelmed that I could feel the scent of death
The demise was waiting for me as if I couldn’t commit any mistake
And I had to drink from the cup of poison that the oblivion offered meI became intoxicated by illusions and deceptions
I started to believe every lie whispered to my heart
And I bled all my soul out, crying teardrops of blood
Random thoughts captured my mind, and it was like I was the captive of my own insanityI became the representation of sorrow and decay
Not alive anymore, I was a wanderer of the underworld
I didn’t belong anymore to the material reality
I was an ethereal spirit of the darknessI became my own shadow and guide on an unknown route
Not even the stars or the moon were there to lead the way for me
I started to mourn myself because I knew my fate was doomed
And death was there to wait for meIn solitude and anguish, my teardrops of blood were my only comfort
Poisoned and dazzled as I was, there was no resolution to my senseless disorder
Madness had me as a captive in its cursed dungeon
Surrounded by the skulls of those who perished from folly and frenzy.
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In Desolation And Affliction
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 memoriesAncient 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 nightmaresI 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 wickednessI 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