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.
