Darkside

I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons,
while my lips metamorphosed them into divine effigies
ruling and making your soul be a servant of my wishes
for I've let your mouth nourish with my cute Darkside
for all monsters, those zombies that wear beauty's mask
to suffer fully, terrified by the boom-boom of your pulse.

I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons.
Now, your royal creature comforts me from all directions
with your soul, — a fireplace with hotly and spicy sound
of the sandalwood and cèdre through books' rustle, while
their foliage, the lifeblood of a tasty lachrymose wine
is revived in coffee beans, for nobody to feel silly with it.



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