Your emptiness overwhelms me
Thrusts and overtakes me
This shrine of black tears
Within a vault of black prayers
The universe caves in; I’m on fire
Let the end begin; take courage!
And when nothing remains
No love nor pain
In this illusion
This tomb of seasoned dye
The universe caves in; I’m on fire
Let the end begin; take courage!
From the slow decay of life
To the galloping empty days
I would have flung myself in the fire
But I hesitate
And the antimatter within my heart
From this nothing leaves, nothing enters
The useless lingering and severed love
This lit de parade
A carrion flower dressed in the sun
A blinding image bathed in providence
And should you stray from the path
You shall know them by their fruits
I should have flung myself in the fire, I really should
I should have flung myself in the fire, I really should