Darkside

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Today is felt, as if my eyes
have kneeled down all your demons,
while my lips metamorphosed them
in symbolic effigies.

Today is felt, as if I rule
to make you want to be my life's servant
while your soul is salivating
for my coquet Darkside.

Today is felt, as if your monsters,
those zombies masked in veiled bijoux
will suffer very deeply, too terrified
by every boom-boom of my pulse.

Today is felt, as if your royal creature
comforts me with your soul's glamour
while all my senses are the fireplace
that warms your amour fou.

Today is felt, as if I am
the lachrymose wine's rustling scent
while you are in its phase of foliage,
tenderly filtered by my elixir.

Today is felt, as if all words I've written,
means nothing but a blah-blah's whim
while a coffee's sip, it greets me when still
all is a little silly with morning's routine.

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