Weeping my heart out in the abyss of the night
While dark shadows embrace me beneath the pale moonlight made of cold sorrows
Teardrops carve my name, descending like rivers of woe
I drown in the ocean of nightmares and death
The stars have ceased to weep, after staring at the moon’s indifference
And the wind whispers all my beloved secrets
Singing the anguish that I keep in my treasure chest
In my garden of grief where midnight rose
Weeping my heart out in the stillness of a silent night
When silence and sorrow prom together
Echoing through the hollow halls of my soul
And leaving imprints of longing and grief
The dawn doesn’t dare to graze my tear-stained face
Because I belong to the clasp of perpetual twilight
I’m my weakness and chaos of catastrophe
Being myself the most intemperate tragedy
I’m darkness and night
I’m an ethereal creature of the eternal darkness
An extravagant flower glowing in the gloomy wilderness
I love to disappear in the most remote places of my imagination
Weeping my heart out, I find myself in a meadow of deception
Where I cannot discern anymore what is real from what is delusion
Hence, I surrender to the uncertainty of my overwhelming fate
Unaware of my future demise
I want to avoid thinking, for I live solely through my passions
In a frenzy of madness and lust, I become a new creature
An ephemeral ghost bound to a doomed destiny
Floating between ecstasy and oblivion
I take delight in dancing with the spectres of my forsaken desires
Their strokes ignite flames upon my pale skin
The night sky swallows the forbidden nectar of my tears
While I vanish into the chasm of my own longings
No sunrise will encounter me and no dusk will mourn me
For I belong to the stillness of the midnight’s embrace
As I become a shadow lost in the labyrinth of time
A withering shade, devoured by the void within me.
Elisabetta