The Evanescent You

I cannot see your star

No matter how much I wish upon it

And my fears, as childish as they may be,

Slowly turn into that which resembles rage

Where has my heart gone?

If only I could go back to believing

But I still remember...

The warmth of the days I spent by Your side

As we laid in that silent bliss

We knew we would remember forever

Now, I pray that these memories will remain

So I don't fear loneliness, I'm not alone

I will always have you by me, love

But I know this is a dream

It must be, no, it has to be a dream

Because it will never be what I think it is

It will always remain a dream

Never real life

What I need is a reason to believe this is not real

Because I know they're all wrong

For I can see your face in the faces of others

For I can hear your voice in the crowd

Whispering, singing, and I can't love you

Any more than I already do

Although I try so hard not to think of you

I still do; when I sleep, I can see you

When I look in the mirror, I see your face

You take my hand and kiss me

Does that mean you love me?

Does it mean you're taking over me?

And I run to you, calling your name

But every time I do, I see you so far from me

There is a deep and vast ocean between us

So I try to forget you, but without you I feel nothing

And I'm drawn to you yet again

The cycle repeats itself

I try to reach you, but I cut myself

I shatter into so many little pieces

Then I wish to breathe no more

Because I wonder, which do you love:

Myself or my reflection?

So I breathe my last, and you hold me fast

In your arms, you ask me if I can feel you

If I can hear you

And you say you know I can hear you

Because of the sorrowful taste of my tears

In the end, we say goodbye

"Don't be afraid" you tell me one last time

Slowly you fade into the ocean of darkness

But I can still hear you calling me

Calling me

Calling me...

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...

Fleur II

É um paradoxo, realmente

A verdade é esta, sem dúvidas

Ela não se recusa a falar, pelo contrário

Ninguém poderia de fato calá-la para sempre

Ela observa as fendas que os espinhos deixaram

Na pele tão branca quanto o frio mármore

E ri daquela pobre criatura que um dia fora humana

Como o cruel Destino ri das tragédias alheias

A mudança é constante; sempre nunca é igual

Mas não se trata de "mudança" por assim dizer

Lúcifer poderia entender o seu estado, ou talvez condená-lo

Quem sabe? Talvez ela realmente exista

O corpo agora se desfaz ao longe

O som é de um milhão de cacos de vidro quebrando

A queda é de uma altura considerável

Não, a verdade é que não há queda, pois não há chão

Ela flutua sob o abismo da sua consciência

E ela espera que Deus queime sob mil sóis

Tanta profanação vinda de uma só voz

Será possível isso, Hypnos? Será possível?

"Faça-me uma torre, uma com muitas janelas

Para que eu possa pendurar os meus cabelos de aço

Para que as pessoas venham me resgatar, mas é claro

Que, quando elas, enfim, subirem, eu as devorarei!"

E assim ela sonha com o fim da existência

A sua própria ela já nega há muitos Dezembros

Não há mais nada que lhe resta além da adorável escuridão que a cerca

E da neve que se demora a cair novamente pelo ar