Sitting on the pile of skulls
And asking scorpion to bite
I dream of slaughtered Us
It could be great in delight.
All veins are burning with venom
You're a stranger of astral doors
You talk about omen and danger
And disappear like vapour rose.
Love is like a knife, serving to Goat,
It covers skin with blackoil dust,
Shatters of desire, ripping the throat,
Self anathema deletes the past.
Bloodlit purgatory shines with gloom
This Judgment day, it's your choice
I return to Manor of grey and doom
In hands ov Fortune we were just toys.
I'm used to weeks of dull and drear
Not surprised with your refusal
Death will take us both, my dear,
But we could postpone its accusal.
Love is like a knife, piercing the heart,
One riverhead has no double start...
012 Love is Like a Knife
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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