Long forgoten, and burried in darkness.
Black part of my soul long asleep.
Now, arisen from eternety and driven
from madness, to obsese me once again.
My demon came back...
Slowly overcoming me to take me far back
in past where my dead angel lies,
to take me far back to see her so pale,
so calm, and so...dead.
"To thee my heart is lost"
My lost esence, my lost love...
To thee I leave my heart, to
this beauty dressed in night...
Bleeding in the snow, singing our song,
song of long forgotten lust...
Alone in the dark, alone in the night...
Come with me, my lost angel let us
embrace the night, embrace...death
"To thee my heart is lost"
Sweet blood of virgin
Runing trough my veens
As I feed on her young neck
Her life slowly slips away...
In this dark and sombor night
I cry for my blood queen
My queen of lust...
I've lost visions and dreams
I've found new reality,
I've embraced death.
"To thee my heart is lost"
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once you perfect the art of looking innocent, you can get away with alomst anything
To thee I leave my heart, to
this beauty dressed in night...
Bleeding in the snow, singing our song,
song of long forgotten lust..."
this part made me cry...
a superb emotional poem ~AmorEmorte .thanx for your work.
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never increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything.
To thee I leave my heart, to
this beauty dressed in night...
Bleeding in the snow, singing our song,
song of long forgotten lust..."
this part made me cry...
a superb emotional poem ~AmorEmorte .thanx for your work.
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never increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything.
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never increase, beyond what is necessary, the number of entities required to explain anything.
Thank you my dear
A lot of huggys for you
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One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
In honour of the birthless rebellion within me.
Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words
The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears...
Thank you my dear
A lot of huggys for you
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One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
In honour of the birthless rebellion within me.
Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words
The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears...
I don't know what to say...
Thank you so much man!
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One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
In honour of the birthless rebellion within me.
Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words
The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears...
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