Innocence in shape of angels - SanguineMy bloodstained skin veiling
Marking this body of infancyWounds - smiling my wayAgain emotions
In the tragic playA marionette of the clockPages filled with
SubmissionFor what lies beyond?I subject myself to youIt's not visibleBut
Singing that died awayThe nightingale silencedIn this world, our decadenceThe
Trees cut the wounded skyOf autumn it hangs deadClouded in
In the gallery of lost hopesWe stand as mortal shellsIn
An image of a wailing blackbirdEmbedded in my chestMy heart
Dressed in whiteStained with bloodOn her naked feetA silent dance
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