The embodiment of the scarlet passion
This desire burning me. As the sky grows with the night. Can you feel it, can you see? Grows together without bound. While the shadows kiss the light. And the silence eats the sound.
Tears of greed
As I gaze all with my eye. Red is not what torment means. Because suffering lies inside. Hell is everlasting green.
Sleeping fantasia… The boundary of boundaries
As my conscience lays down sleeping. All my fantasies take flight. Dream and reality go sinking. Mixed together in one sight.
Behind my mask
Behind my never bending smile. Behind the vain facade I fake. I am this creature made of bile. This never ending pit of hate.
A taste of dark
Inside my dome of shadow gloom. I wander all around the land. While people sing songs to the moon. Inside my dome, alone I stand.
Watermelon... When the spring was young
There’s almost no one left to speak. About this story of the past. A distant memory growing weak. Being swept away, to oblivion cast.