"Sacrifice"

. . . to mia . . .

 

The deeper the better, right through my chest

I know, girl, destroying is the thing you do best       

The longer the better, when it’s in your hand

No torture  is too much, you will understand

Love is that which snaps              

Your veins and fills the cracks

Black blood on gravebone

On the statue of the goddess

The beauty’s the beast

Who slaughters the hopeless

Drowning the wave

Melting the flame

Burning the soul

In the dark

The temple is ready, the path is clear

This pain is barely unbearable my dear

Everyone’s ready, smashed grapes on the stairs

You’re about to witness what’s the opposite of stars 

Drowning the wave

Melting the flame

Burning the soul

In the dark, the darkness whence it came


Platon