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In the dusk demesnes of night


Saw your true face in the dusk demesnes of night

Like a wolf coming out from the woods

Enlightening all shadows and old sins

Stars came out around your soft skin

And I heard the beat of the bloody-minded soul

Crying out for the fallen fragile wings

An army of tanks bursting from your trunk

But there’s no saint in your evil’s mind

Rage, misery, all lonely, weak and blind

I started to see you in motion but there’s no escape

I whispered all your names : Déimos, Eros, Ouranos

Oh where do you want to go now but nowhere?

Regrets hate fast-track ends and sail in silence

While an harmony was playing insane in my brain

For what I felt, compulsive chemistry, violence in beauty

Heaving with all the deafening yet erotic exaltation

Shame was almost palpable in your bind hands

A handful of hopeful words came out from your mouth

“Come back to me, baby, come back to me”

Letters imprisoned in a bondage of poetry, salvage

Felt like poison was lapping my heartless body, no gag

Slammed the exit door, a cool breeze gently on my skin

Heaven’s rays all over the street, the only dream to believe in

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