The thorns of velvet were wrapped around
My wounds carved deeply by shattered dreams
I let them pierce my pale skin
For even agony was made to gleam
When it was dressed in languid depravity
And in the silence, I strove to find my voice
A quiet murmur made of fractured hopes
Siren chants echoed through the hollowed air
Melodies of lost embrace faded like prayers
The shadows held me in their cold clasp
In my disquiet, I’ve searched for refuge
The thorns of velvet had pierced my heart
A heart possessed by madness and trepidation
I wore my sorrow like a luxurious gown
Its silver threads were laced tight with resignation
A requiem was bound to the cadence of my own damnation
I danced alone in hallways of misery
Each step of mine was a silent scream upon the marbled grief
My shadows vanished like faint smoke
Entangled with dismal sighs so fleeting and ephemeral
The stars wept silently on their hollow frame
Their gleaming gaze was a mirror to my plight
I bore the poundage of all my disgraces with aching grace
I became a ghost adorned in tattered garments
All the glow within my heart dissolved into the dust of decay
I never ceased to wander through endless nights
Longing for sunrises and sunsets while chained to my realm of darkness
Since the night when the sky was veiled in forsaken memories
And the moon with the stars were witnesses to my irreversible descent
I called out to the void in vain because my doomed fate was sealed in immortal shadiness
In this realm of infinite dusk, I looked for insights and wisdom
But all that I could have found was madness and torment
Surrounded by raven and crimson roses, I surrendered to the supremacy of the kingdom of collapse
Where all the mirrors were broken in an everlasting candlelit aura
While the thorns of velvet made me bleed
All my dreams died, leaving me to wither in the ashes of my own despair.
Elisabetta