this void inside

In the shiny essence of darkness and grief I will drink from your tears the sweet wine of loneliness, and feel the gloom and the beauty from your angel eyes. Definitely please, lay your fingers upon my eyes and slowly smother this child’s inside; don’t care for the pain, that one you softly provide: I want to be punished, I want to feel the dreadful absence, the immense lack of what I gave and I want to get. In the leaden decay of the sun, beyond the curtain of an imaginary day you will ...

In the shiny essence of darkness and grief I will drink from your tears the sweet wine of loneliness, and feel the gloom and the beauty from your angel eyes. Definitely please, lay your fingers upon my eyes and slowly smother this child’s inside; don’t care for the pain, that one you softly provide: I want to be punished, I want to feel the dreadful absence, the immense lack of what I gave and I want to get. In the leaden decay of the sun, beyond the curtain of an imaginary day you will certainly find me thoughtful and lost while lurking through a silent path and seeking for the place hedging in my eternal sleep