My Last Mistress Death

My Last Mistress Death

Autumn pouring rain’s whisper,
The blizzard of chilling shadows,
The tunes of the wind twisting,
The sparkles of far beyond fires.
Weave like snakes in a dance
The dreams of fallen leaves.
Beckons with lifeless glance
The dead landscapes of grieves.
 
The heart is pierced like a needle,
Like cold of the ice that still grips.
The taste of a wine with floods bleeding
Because of the kiss on the lips.
The veins are torn asunder in lust
Tumbling flesh with the laughter.
With the pieces of a darkening moonlight
To embrace the night and be smuttier.

The fingers are sliding full of despair,
The lips are whispering words.
The world around is no longer there,
The soul is striving to birds.
Slipping up like a flame,
Like through my fingers the sand,
Like a wolf running out of his cell,
Leaving behind the chains.

Thus I began to despise the things
That someday I used to love.
Wake up, or was it all just a dream?
This fucking and rotten world.
The world of the liars and the insane,
Unbroken circle – alive or perish.
And everything is fading away
Melting my dreams, can’t be cherished.

Light to dark, dark to nothing.
The cry that fails and comes laughing
In the dead of night like a dying star,
Out of this world absurd and scarred,
Down where I am,
Where I’m tenderly embraced
By my last mistress Death…