BITTERHOOD

When do I ever smile?
When do I ever laugh?
Even in my proud exile
I'm strolling the lonely path.

My heart - a flower vespertine,
A nightly creature in design.
A bat-like trembling in the light,
I keep it safe and downright.

Under the blackest garments
I hide the history of scars.
The map of sorrow that I bear
Oh, so indecently pronounced.

I often dream of white carnations
Than trim my bed below the ground.
My wistful grave, my doleful coffin -
Eternal bed I share with no one.

Soaked in my lonesome bitterhood
I can afford the luxury of headache.
I bow my Queen, second to none,
Who keeps my half-dead soul awake.

Untuched fruit of witch and jester
I child of silence, awe and pain.
Discover no love, wait for no man,
Black candle without flame.

20/05/2010