Biography
20 years old from Germany aspiring to unravel subconscious truths via poetry.
Arcanum Macabre
The dagger still sticking out of your back, you’re grieving cuz it didn’t slice your neck. A black hole, the remains of a place once called heart. The disease now takes it’s toll, you will never find your missing part. Gone forever, evil immortalization. The shade once named, desperately wanders around, in search of a cure. Empty people he flamed, loving souls he found, the pure he robbed. In exchange for temporary pleasures, a remedy for an unending pain, he betrays himself, takes desperate measures, cries in vain. The most beautiful rose sprouts all of a sudden, red like a river, made of the blood, of a thousand lovers. The shade unable to realize, blinded by the souls he claimed, doesn’t perceive his missing part in disguise, his cowl’s moonlit, he remains maimed. So he goes and picks the flower, spreads his flawed contagion. He can give, but he cannot take love. The embodiment of aesthetics struggles to survive, It’s so full of love it can’t contain anymore, it has to be drained, light fills the shade’s crater, a miracle. He remembers his name, he remembers his dreams, he remembers his aspirations, he remembers her, he remembers all which made him human. His transformation soon to be completed, the souls claiming their revenge, the marvellous rose fades away. The banshee cries, silencing, turning everything to nothing. The shade tightens his grip heated, he is yet again falling into the trench, thorns clawing into it’s prey. Facing mother earth he stands up, wipes the dirt, with no energy left, he emits a moan (filled with immeasurable regret). Fallen for the darkness of a songbird, he sees it clear now, “You did this to yourself.”
Megalomaniac (To annihilate the status quo)
Behold the epitome of delusion! The air, It smells of grief, In concern of, the greediest thief. Anyone will bow, when there’s nobody to know. Crimson nova, gloomy touch, her aura like the storm, leaving nothing like before. Bloody Ballerina, her eyes are dripping, scarlet tears of joy, for herself. She’s basking in, the Blood Moon, places you have never been, she is their doom. The floor is stained, her dress is stained, her soul is stained, with blood. Little darling don’t be afraid, I know you’re running from insignificance. Know that you don’t have to be, the calamity, of your own tragedy. Dance for us in our blood, you owe us, magnificent empire of mud. Nothing turning gold in your presence, cursed dancer, you’re draining off the very essence. On another level, nobody can touch her, twisting and turning, with no remorse, for anybody, but herself. Enter the danse macabre, the Bloody Ballerina’s lullaby, her only companion, her wish upon a star. Darling you take to grow, become everybody’s foe. Is that really what you wanted? Destiny’s price paid in blood? You are alone, nobody home, there is no cure, for the dark. A Pirouette, stretch yourself for me. O’ Scarlet swan, your fate is sealed, Megalomaniac, insanity crawling in your veins, tickling your nose, the guillotine will close. Marvellous, your performance, of the last act. Come show us, your legacy, destroy yourself! Remembered, gone in an explosion of unheard screams. You owe us.
Phantom
It’s getting dark, she’s coming through, no one is believing you. Twisting, turning, So suspicious, the scent of her, is so delicious. A silhouette, aspired by all big thinkers, makes them anxious, all those sinners. Dangerous and slowly, you sense her aura, dark or holy? Like a succubus taking her measure, the protagonist invokes infinite pleasure. Bane of the lonely, one of her names, behold closely, when she engulfs you in flames. Let her be your teacher, passion, devotion, motion, explosion. Consumed by primordial fire, the protagonist’s at service, for any desire. One doesn’t even have the need to tell, she loves your lies, shakes her thighs, oblivious to the trap in which you fell. Like a storm swirling round, to her chaos you are bound. Pleasure, pain and misery, the tides have turned, she holds the key. The twirling shape now takes a form. Protagonist of dirty dreams, I’ve seen you in my fantasies. Counting to five, the night of your life. 1. Playing you like a fool, using you like a tool. 2. Getting closer, Intentions clear. 3. Loving like an angel, with a body of the devil. 4. Delirious with unwavering resolve, Taking what’s hers. 5. Epiphany of another lover, quickly darling get in cover. Before dawn, she will be gone. She’s a phantom, a phantom.
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