Sonho Infinito

The air was freshened up with the many fragrances that danced about it, originated from the many flowers that surrounded me. It was a field alright - a plain to be precise - and the land was spectacularly curved up, just like in those childhood drawings of valleys of an endless green - except that there was no green, but a profusion of myriad tones and shades of different hues. 

The skies, the only thing connecting our worlds, was just as it had always been way before our very births, and the hushed clouds hurried along, dancing their eternal waltz. My mind is impregnated with this sensation of a perfectness which I could never describe.

The scented breeze penetrates my nostrils, and the sensation suddenly wanes into a chaos of goodness; though a lone thought persists among all the maddening feelings of pleasure: "This could be heaven, THE Heaven which we heard so much about in our myths and stories from our grandfathers", and I am blessed by such a silent bliss.

The great mountains stand out in the distance, and I see their particular form, as towers pointing to the stars above in the Macrocosmos of existence. Then, I feel your presence, as a distinct fragrance in the wind. My sluggish body does not respond, and you take advantage of this to spread your arms around my waist. Surprised, I gasp as you press my body back against yours and smell the hair on the back of my head. You invade my thoughts, pushing away the perfection of being alone in such an earthly paradise.

"You're here. At last", though you refuse to speak, your grip on me tightens and your thoughts come into me: you missed me dearly. But I realize exactly what you missed, and you are quick to materialize that fear.

Your lips inspect the skin on my neck and you smell it as if it were some drug. 

"Your skin is so soft I want to taste it with my teeth" and I feel your stinging bite on me. I want to scream, but all that comes out of my mouth is a gasping moan.

As your teeth let go of me, the next part of you that acts are your hands, and their grip tightens on my sides as your spade tongue traces up paths of such a wet passion down my neck. I exhale moans and sighs yet again, and you press yourself against my back this time, and I can feel your manhood pulsating beneath whatever it is you are wearing.

I close my eyes as you taste the skin of mine once more, and as you press my manhood with your hot fingers.

"I missed you so... So, my love" you whisper to my skin as I plead you, "Consume me" as the demon of lust finally possesses me.

You lift me up with your strong arms and we fall to the grass & flowers, now forgotten and ashamed of our passion. You lay on top of me, carefully positioned between my legs, holding my cheeks and tasting my lips with yours. Such is the hunger that I feel emanating from you, that you hastily rape my smile apart with that spade tongue of yours; such is the heat around us that it ignites the poor roses and daisies.

We set the paradise on fire; everything burns eventually, so does the trees, the lillies and even the skies. Suddenly, Heaven looks now exactly like the flaming abyss below.

You now penetrate my being, and we become one entity. Your eyes are so full of malice and desire, your voice is so drunk on ecstasy and lust, your thrusts get you deeper and deeper and deeper inside of me. No one has never been so deep inside of me before! No, I will lose my mind!!

"Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me" and we finally explode into a Supernova. The world around us cracks like a mirror and breaks into one million pieces; reality fades, at last.

We are free, and the Dream begins...

At last.

Subject A

Eu cubro o seu cadáver de terra
Mesmo que isso fosse proibido
A felicidade tola do seu sorriso
Sempre escondeu uma terrível pureza

Por que existe Pecado?
Por que existe Punição?
Mesmo o seu coração
Jamais teria explicado

A brancura dos seus ossos
Convidava uma escuridão infinita
E quando tudo mais vívido parecia
Em seguida desapareciam, os tolos

Eu cubro as memórias que tenho de você
Com um véu negro de sombras
O amor doloroso, nas profundezas
Não conseguiu conter meus impulsos

Enquanto eu junto os pedaços de mim
Eu espero pelo fim do sonho

Será que eu conseguirei rir quando o amanhã chegar?
Será que eu conseguirei sorrir como fiz naquele dia fatídico?
Tudo que posso fazer agora é desejar, e desejar
Para que nunca exista nada que eu possa perder

Hypnos At Home


High above the cities presides the god

Deep in a hushed mansion
The marble lies silent
The drapes occlude
A body sleeps on the leather couch
He is watched
White flesh glows lukewarmly
And the soft down does not stirr
Open eyes stare
The glass-clear orbs are certain
The bouquet trembles and lets fall
A violet petal
The god is moved - grief grips the graven air
He stretches out a finger
Held suspended
"What do you see?"

Para Mim


Eu sou humano
Cometo erros
Mas tem vezes que esqueço disso
E Éris corre solta
Quando deixo
E quem sofre são as pessoas
Por esse motivo
Essa parte de mim
Nesse sentido
Ele é bem mais inconsciente
Bem mais perigoso que eu
Eu sou o meu pior inimigo
Sempre fui
Ele tirou até mesmo isso de mim
Cozinha os seus sonhos para o café da manhã
Jantar, e as suas lágrimas salgadas temperam minha sopa
Ele nunca vai
Desistir

The Sum of All the Evils

Se você olhar muito em sua direção, ela lhe sorrirá
Os olhos dela vão se torcer numa felicidade aparente
Mas o que ninguém verá, branco e vazio e transparente
As labaredas de uma beleza que sempre faminta estará

Dividida entre o pecado e o ódio, seu coração enfraquece
E sua beleza tão branca murcha a cada dia que lhe passe

Tão partida, tão quebrada, tão tão enlouquecida
Ora ora ao Destino, ora se acha dona do destino
Deitada eternamente em seu abismo esplêndido
Ofuscada pelos fantasmas de si mesma distorcidos
Solitariamente entoando Requiems à Queda

O limite, entretanto, depois de tanto
Sempre nunca, mas nunca sempre

Mal consegue ela se compreender em meio àquela escuridão que a devora
A Escuridão Branca nascida de seus pesadelos mais lúgubres e febris
Lutará através do tempo que passa uma luta inútil, o que só piora
E assim ela encara o olhar daqueles que lhe encaram como Flores de Lis
Sem saber que, quando Cronos chegar, sua beleza cruel se despertará

Eternamente...