Your starless eyes don’t scare my soul; I’m drawn to the shadows dreaming in them
Happy girls with their happy smiles
Bore me to Death — I love the
Darkness of your eyes, Lydia
Underworlds reflect in them; you show me your
But I never want to see you cry. Your shy Cupid’s bow
Asks for a kiss, but I can’t. I just want a muse, not a
Lover made of flesh.
Why would a single
From those two pits of hell?
You are the beautiful
Absence of light. Not a flower, but the
Emptiness where everything
Smile at me, the fool, again