"Je voue mes nuits a l'assasymphonie
Aux requiems tuant par depit ce que je seme"
– Florent Mothe
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This is not a poem but a song...
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I close my eyes and find your scent
In every single scene of us.
So sweet and fragile, no pretend,
So deep, so strong, my paradise.
I close my eyes to hear your words now,
Your whisper cutting through my veins.
So shuddering, so weak and slow,
I fall apart to catch your grace.
[refrain]:
What lies beneath?
(My lust, your burning!)
What do we deal with?
(Sentence, curses!)
We crucify us!
(Don’t cry, baby!)
These worlds collide!
(Don’t stop and stay, please!)
Don’t stop and stay, please!
In the killing symphony of the night!
I close my eyes and find your last lips
Escaping me into the dawn,
And once again I’ll take this risk,
To kiss you back with heart forlorn.
I close my eyes, consume, embrace me,
And follow me into the dark,
For I could find your honeyed razors, –
These lips of doom, the final cut.
[refrain]:
What lies beneath?
(My lust, your burning!)
What do we deal with?
(Sentence, curses!)
We crucify us!
(Don’t cry, baby!)
These words collide!
(Don’t stop and stay, please!)
What’s there inside?
(My heart of carnal!)
We are to fight!
(My passion crumbles!)
We crucify us!
(Don’t cry, baby!)
These worlds collide!
(Don’t stop and stay, please!)
Don’t stop and stay, please!
In the killing symphony of the night!
23, April
2017