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 pride
I 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.
Elisabetta