Involved in a shiny dark
A deathly girl brings flowers to the bar
She has the devil’s soul with an angel’s grace
The most bitter pain on the cutest face.
Dressed up with a napkin
She’s coming to my bed
A holy commandment should not entertain;
But, this glorious sin is been written in my name
I can’t fight it… it is easier to hold back the rain.
Covered with a thousand thorns and a couple of
Beautiful eyes; she shows no mercy; whit me she can’t be shy.
Oh red! What a vogue fashion runs through my veins;
With a tender touch she proposed me an exchange;
She lied down over my chest burying the thorns
Along with pleasure in to my flesh…
All of this was just a dream, however,
The label of her lips is still on me;
The pain hasn’t gone and my heart still bleeds.
It is her absence the only unreal, I still
Love her and a crone of thorns is the
Forbidden memory for those who couldn’t forget.
Edgar Fabian Gil Amado
The sight behind the dark
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