Come my only love, be spiritless
with me.
Soulless and unaffectionate,
bound to be unfreed.
Your eyes, full of fire, like a
wraith that appears,
Always distant, always haunted,
never more sincere.
We’ll ignore our illusion
until we break it apart.
Until the glass starts to shatter,
Before breaks the heart.
Come with me into a fiction when
reality is forlorn,
Elegant and grotesque, those
nameless creatures born.
Out of black night, we will prowl
night and day,
Until the only means of survival
are taken away.
In this rich fiction, where
sweetness is lasting,
When the bitterness of envy finds
a way of passing.
As we get away I know that we
will say,
Coming to you, the oncoming
sadness, is only coming of age.
From secret ancients who speak
languages of old,
Telling tales of the ages, that
shouldn’t be told.
There’s a dream for every
reality and much to be missed,
What comes of the others who
refuse to exist?
The beauty of temptation is all
will be the same,
And you’re always so
different, coming of age.
How many times can you bleed and
not feel?
When you are leaving forever, yet
you are standing still,
Honesty is vicious and you’d
better look before you leap.
Because the fatal heart will
always swear to leave.
With maturity comes grace, then
comes bitterness,
Lost within the ages and the
secrets of sadness.
