The realm of crimson roses was my treasure
The secret haven of my desires for extravagant dreams
The sweet and bewitching scent of the crimson roses drugged me
It was like I drank the poison of oblivion for the very first time
And I forgot my essence, bleeding my heart out
I had visions and hallucinations like I was in an eternal sleep
I saw beauty and magnificence in every corner of the castle of dreams
Crying and smiling, I’ve finally found infinite delight in my abyss of anguish
No pang could frighten me anymore because I was free
Like a bird flying so high, it could touch the sky
I belonged to the realm of crimson roses, and my heart was bound to it
Through invisible chains made of love and death
No slumber was necessary anymore because I was in a perpetual state of stupor
Enchanted by a wicked spell cast over me, I could no longer abandon my state of captivity
I was languidly mesmerised
I surrendered to a throne of nightmares and dread
It was made of crimson roses and adorned with long and sharp thorns
So pointed were their punches pierced my heart
Making me bleed until I became an ethereal creature of the night
The pain freed me from fears and insecurities
And I had not anymore a material body
After all, I never lived in reality because I was born in the realm of nightmares and madness
I knew not whether I dreamt or waked
So dazed was my mind, I could not divine between vision and verity
The realm of crimson roses could have been a spectre of my imagination
Enchanting me like a nocturnal lullaby
It suited my senses and hypnotised my heart
A fleeting Utopia, born to wither with the dawn.
Elisabetta