Why you have targeted me,
To put the curse on my soul?
Your venom was so sweet,
I quaffed, I drank my fill,
Today I’m slowly dying,
Turning myself in.
Although you are absent now,
Your collar around my neck,
Is fasten like it never has.
Choking me…
Burning my skin to bones,
I may need tracheostomy,
Because I can’t take it off.
At first I didn’t want to.
It was so soft and smooth,
Giving me the shivers,
Prohibited me to move.
I could only follow you,
To the darkest visions
from my dreams.
To the Black Castle
Upon the hill of needs.
You made me beg,
To be allowed in.
And on my knees, I begged,
But now that I am there,
I don’t like what I see,
It’s not me any longer.
The doors are closed.
