Go look at your reflection now
Upon the mirrors of the stream
And let the painful shock avow
Into a wild and wicked scream
So strange and sensitive you stand
Unlike the mortal, fragile crowd
The demon of my guiding hand
Of every secret thought allowed
I'm drowning in my guilty plea
I call your name, I beg: Arise!
My demon of pure symmetry
The ruler of my soul and mind!
So gentle, faceless, and severe
The essence of the beauty's stain
Like black drops on the white sincere
The acid burns of loving pain
You fuse the fragile and the bold
To turn my feelings into stone
The demon of desires untold
You make my heart beat all alone.
The demon of my inspirations
© Copyright: Алёна Гаштольд, 2026
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