your blood is my poison;
in my veins it'll flow.
we are a perfect liaison;
we're chiseled in a cameo.
you're my divine Shiva,
i am carried by your womb.
bearer of the panacea;
gravedigger of my tomb.
in the middle of my hollow;
you're death stands alone.
imbibe my breath to shallow;
kiss me and i'll turn into stone.
to the night you spoken;
with the rhythms of your deceit.
till my soul turn a sunken;
my lips lay frail on your feet.
rest my soul you sirene;
lull me, ruin my fragile ship.
silhouette hiding behind curtain;
cease your repeated script.
take me to your solace,
where eyes never close,
when all are nights no days,
and to death we shall toss.
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