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There my pale lover lies
His eerie stillnesss a twisted illusion
Against the savage desire in his heart
An echo of perfection
A piece of my own self
Hark! There, the thought upon night bird wings
Gliding softly, as the wind itself
Silkily touching the innermost depths
Of my most obscure thoughts
Rekindling this wicked bloodlust.

There my pale lover lies
His eyes perfect sapphires
Reflecting the very depths of the ocean
That dumbfounds all mankind
What doth lie in those murky depths?
Danger flickers deep within
Anguish deeper yet
But what of beneath, deepest into his very soul?
There lays the bright fire
Whose oily flames kept him chained to this mortal coil
Alas, what a poor soul whose own desires
Produce such hatred.

There my pale lover lies
His hair ebony itself
Night embracing the eternal Abyss
Beautiful black flaxen
Perfect in all its disarray
Framing a ghastly white face
A blatant contrast to his plump red lips
Ah! Those lips, sweet as sin itself
Lucifer cannot tempt me
With a fuller exsistence or ungodly strength
For; my lover I shall obey.

There my pale lover lies
Scars, deep, shallow, wide and thin
Tauntingly cover his body
Ah me; they seem to cry out for more abuse
Careful, oh so careful
Not to ruin the beautiful matrix of anger and sorrow
The thin silver comes to life in my shaking hands
And draws itself slowly across
Leaving a trail of liquid red in its wake.

There my pale lover lies
He no longer fights this animal I become
It is futile, he knows
When the offer was made, the sentence was passed
Realization finally sets in
And with that, hopeful despair and despairing hope
Flood his senses, enveloping him
Save for the desperate instincts of an animal hunted
A ragged breath fills his body
Unshed tears glimmer in his eyes
And the whispered words take flight across my soul
Fueling my untamed spirit.

There my pale lover lies
Broken, battered and bleeding
The eerie silence of dying passion
Fills the air; not unlike that of expectation
Spirits dance fitfully on the borders of my sanity
A cloaked specter sits poised on the brittle wall
Seperating animal instincts and human will.

There my pale lover lies
The last breath drawn long ago
His ghastly beauty forever preserved
In the ultimate embrace of death
Clouded sapphired stare toward the heavens
A smile drawn from ecstacy displayed
Proudly upon those enchanting lips
And Oh! That silky flaxen shall never be dulled again
By the worrisome annoyances of his petty life
Thy cuts shall ne\'er scar
Shall ne\'er expand the beautiful matrix of anger and sorrow
Of love and hate... hope and despair.

There my pale lover lies
A dark pool of warmth and secrets
Spread \'round his being, cloaking him
In perfection itself
The cloaked specter pulls away concealment
Throws back the hood and;
Alas! It is he! It is my pale lover
He is perched upon my being, upon that wall, oh so brittle
With a wicked grin, he tears that wall... He reduces it to rubble
I can feel my instincts taking over.. What... is... that... wonderful... smell?
That specter whisper, brushing my soul softly
\"Good-bye...\"

There my pale lover lies
Drained of all
Life force and blood alike
For this beast I have become
Is as nonchalant as the midnight rain
This I write with the last of what human I am
Each word a searing echo
A sick parody of what I shall be
\"Good-bye\" he whispered and good-bye it is
Good-bye to the CrueL bitTerNesS of mAnKINd
FaREweLL To mY pALe lOvER...

Description
There my pale lover lies
His eerie stillnesss a twisted illusion
Against the savage desire in his heart
An echo of perfection
A piece of my own self
Hark! There, the thought upon night bird wings
Gliding softly, as the wind itself
Silkily touching the innermost depths
Of my most obscure thoughts
Rekindling this wicked bloodlust.

There my pale lover lies
His eyes perfect sapphires
Reflecting the very depths of the ocean
That dumbfounds all mankind
What doth lie in those murky depths?
Danger flickers deep within
Anguish deeper yet
But what of beneath, deepest into his very soul?
There lays the bright fire
Whose oily flames kept him chained to this mortal coil
Alas, what a poor soul whose own desires
Produce such hatred.

There my pale lover lies
His hair ebony itself
Night embracing the eternal Abyss
Beautiful black flaxen
Perfect in all its disarray
Framing a ghastly white face
A blatant contrast to his plump red lips
Ah! Those lips, sweet as sin itself
Lucifer cannot tempt me
With a fuller exsistence or ungodly strength
For; my lover I shall obey.

There my pale lover lies
Scars, deep, shallow, wide and thin
Tauntingly cover his body
Ah me; they seem to cry out for more abuse
Careful, oh so careful
Not to ruin the beautiful matrix of anger and sorrow
The thin silver comes to life in my shaking hands
And draws itself slowly across
Leaving a trail of liquid red in its wake.

There my pale lover lies
He no longer fights this animal I become
It is futile, he knows
When the offer was made, the sentence was passed
Realization finally sets in
And with that, hopeful despair and despairing hope
Flood his senses, enveloping him
Save for the desperate instincts of an animal hunted
A ragged breath fills his body
Unshed tears glimmer in his eyes
And the whispered words take flight across my soul
Fueling my untamed spirit.

There my pale lover lies
Broken, battered and bleeding
The eerie silence of dying passion
Fills the air; not unlike that of expectation
Spirits dance fitfully on the borders of my sanity
A cloaked specter sits poised on the brittle wall
Seperating animal instincts and human will.

There my pale lover lies
The last breath drawn long ago
His ghastly beauty forever preserved
In the ultimate embrace of death
Clouded sapphired stare toward the heavens
A smile drawn from ecstacy displayed
Proudly upon those enchanting lips
And Oh! That silky flaxen shall never be dulled again
By the worrisome annoyances of his petty life
Thy cuts shall ne\'er scar
Shall ne\'er expand the beautiful matrix of anger and sorrow
Of love and hate... hope and despair.

There my pale lover lies
A dark pool of warmth and secrets
Spread \'round his being, cloaking him
In perfection itself
The cloaked specter pulls away concealment
Throws back the hood and;
Alas! It is he! It is my pale lover
He is perched upon my being, upon that wall, oh so brittle
With a wicked grin, he tears that wall... He reduces it to rubble
I can feel my instincts taking over.. What... is... that... wonderful... smell?
That specter whisper, brushing my soul softly
\"Good-bye...\"

There my pale lover lies
Drained of all
Life force and blood alike
For this beast I have become
Is as nonchalant as the midnight rain
This I write with the last of what human I am
Each word a searing echo
A sick parody of what I shall be
\"Good-bye\" he whispered and good-bye it is
Good-bye to the CrueL bitTerNesS of mAnKINd
FaREweLL To mY pALe lOvER...