An autumn mist of death and lust
October rainfall
Seeping through my soul
And as the world is dead and cold it becomes closer to me
Forever sick and passionate
An eternity of sorrow
With your mask of misery etched upon my soul
You speak of empty promises and leave me here alone
Where doves go to die
The rain is black and the leaves fall from the trees within eternity’s decay
Slipping through the sands of time I watch you fade away
Knowing that I’m dead now
And knowing that you died so long ago
Only bitterness is sweet
All the rest is hollow and impure
And where doves go to die, there seems to be no consequence
Though there still remain the lies
Where the seduction of the dead
Can make the purest angel cry
I am no different from the rest who have been murdered by your touch
I am no different from the rest who know no greater lust
And here, where doves go to die
I find myself lying in a pool of blood
A death so sweet and sorrowful
For it was you I loved
(c) Tala de Sade
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