Renaissance

Today she shrieked at the sun

Its taciturn glimmers covered no ground

She was protected

By means yet passed

No further, no more.

Trying Pleasure

Tonight I feel barren,

Of all jove and laughter

I’ve been ridden.

Standing alone in the crowd,

Silenced among the merry and the loud.

What curse is this that allows me no tranquil-

And peace of mind? Beloved damnation,

I know only you.

Oh maiden so wise and true,

Loves me through torment,

And caresses me tonight-

With her beautiful thorns.

Just one lasting kiss-

Would kill. Don’t they know her?

The one that puts a collar-

To your neck and loves you to the end.

Pain and pleasure, that’s the trend.

But what pain makes me laugh?

Pleasuring me in a way so tough?

Maiden love me one more time,

For the crowd worth’s not a dime.

Maiden pleasure me one more time.

For happiness be a darkened ray.

Oh calming maiden,

Pleasure me one more time.

Till my life from me is ridden.

Painful pleasure

Tonight I feel barren,

Of all jove and laughter

I’ve been ridden.

Standing alone in the crowd,

Silenced among the merry and the loud.

What curse is this that allows me no tranquil-

And peace of mind? Beloved damnation,

I know only you.

Oh maiden so wise and true,

Loves me through torment,

And caresses me tonight-

With her beautiful thorns.

Just one lasting kiss-

Would kill. Don’t they know her?

The one that puts a collar-

To your neck and loves you to the end.

Pain and pleasure, that’s the trend.

But what pain makes me laugh?

Pleasuring me in a way so tough?

Maiden love me one more time,

For the crowd worth’s not a dime.

Maiden pleasure me one more time.

For happiness be a darkened ray.

Oh calming maiden,

Pleasure me one more time.

Till my life from me is ridden.

Deepest Longing

I seem to be spineless

Towards such a happy thought...

Abnormal for being so,

I ware if I smile and laugh,

And dance and play…and…and…

It’s exhausting! Or maybe not.

I find myself longing

 For that warmness within.

So how is it possible,

To love that which drains you?

To dream of it over and over again.

Seemingly tiring. Pah!

Damned excuses for a cursed ability.

Attracting all that spits me.

Damn that which holds my world

In its place among the pained and angered.

Damn it I say!

For keeping me from my longing,

For I still hope of caressing it some day.

True pleasure.

True happiness.

Demonic bustard

Look at me now,

Living on dark odors from the past,

Vexing the very purpose of life.

A damning existence,

Of a bustard yet survived.

Baptized by the shadows of abhorrence,

And offered to the lords of the dark…

Life thus condemned-

To the gods of the abyss…

And so is the story-

Of a forsaken child turned demon.



this was actually one on my earliest works, i was young and still discovering life, At the moment of my writing I held mainstream meaning to the words good and evil. demon and angel... and thus the basic context in which they have been used in this short piece. Of course as i grew up the understanding of the words changed and this piece got new meaning.