I am the vampire of my own heart

The memory of the day of destiny is like the eternal torture of the burning Abyss. It was the day that I was choosing the accomodation in a cafe, before boarding on a ferry.

Remember...remember the sight we saw, my soul? that beautiful soft summer morning...round a turning in the path...a disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in heat...burning and sweating poisons...like a fountain with its rhythmical sobs.

I can hear it clearly flowing with a long, murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound...I am the vampire of my own heart. One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter, who can no longer smile...

Am I dead? No.

One day or another, I will end such disgusting journey myself once and for all.

Distant Worlds

Sitting by in the evening sand—
Twilight, the song of peace;
Clouds dance up with the heavens' stars,
Chanting the name of joyous bliss.

Water fades back from wood to jade,
Gliding on rainbows high;
Flowers bloom into brazen whites,
Reaching our hearts when they're entwined.

Angels chained by a beast locked in slumber;
Sin washed away by the swift flow of time.

I may know the answers,
Though one question I still hear:
What twisted fate has brought us
To worlds that run so near?

Distant worlds together,
Nearer 'cause when once we are,
When I find words inside me
To sing to you this song—

To sing with you this song;
To sing to you, your song.