Greatness all we are
And everything we’ve become
In this world
Of dying gracious flowers
Poisoned at the roots
Bound together they are
By their twisted tongues
Brides of dread
Damned sisters dancing around
To musical chaos
Two spectres fly tonight
The hover close to my window
My sleeping dreams
Slipping into their fatal embrace
Triangle of pain
This is lust, this is love
Whatever it is I see my death
By their lovely hands
My blood fades into their veins
All passion undone
I get a weird sigh from this. You see your death in the love of lust of it.
Awesome comment. Thanks Fia.