Septic Flesh
Narcissism
The chalice is full of sea
fallen leaves upon her face
A map of green continents
Once part of the same tree
Away from where they belonged
Near sits a part of my twin moon
captured from the mirror waters
The sacred drink withdraws oblivion
This is the only way to meet
my full of craters sister
because her grim presence
stands always against
the golden rays of my sun.
How many friends I had,
how many enemies.
Now only absence
Love, its purest form is
From Letras Mania