Memory of the last season
maybe the whole world's just a stage
ingredients like sufferings and pain are parts of that...
perhaps the glimpses of fortune and the soft touch of Eros
just make it look bright.
is there any relief in the arms of your lame lover? !
the infinite sky seems like a cloud now...forlorn..forever.
a small pick of an neverending rhapsody in delaying autumn;
a summer daze faiding into the void beneath the carrousel
of heaven and red flamboyant hell..we lay lifeless
while a bloody mist of perfume spreads into the air.
my love got carried away by the serpentines of life -
it will never get back to you, darling.
it's mixed with the dew on the webs and melted down
during the last season...
after all, my love, it's not that hard to die.
like an elegy written in blood underneath
of beauty and sorrow, carefully wrapped in scarlet silk..
where shadow of nights fall, and the sun refuse to shine
when death becomes a part of me.
how am i supposed to deal such a dreadful ending? !
it takes the shape of my body..my lips..my cold steel kiss
the world is just another shallow dream, the marks are deep;
it feels like a dropp of cursed absynth swallowed by a nymph
lost in the rivers of Lethe..so unkind and lifeless
while the awkward course of life takes this angel's wing.
again, another rotten cherry curtain is due to fall -
it was my last act maybe, good night now.
it's mixed with fluorescent lights revealed by innocence
during the last season...
after all, my love, it's not that hard to die.
or is it life just a chance given for a mortal creature
to be a part of something like the eternal rapture
of human soul and rotten flesh? !
we're standing in the middle of it, when everything around
cease to exist...all of it dies...all the lights go off.
poem by Agatha Eliza
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