Poetry on the run

Life was simple and I a foul, when all my things I gave to you. Upon my love I built an altar and joyfully sent myself to slaughter. If any lesson is to be taught is that in love we sell our soul, we offer things of us much greaters and Just like Icarus we'll lost our feathers. So don't be afraid to love your lover, just keep in mind you may end broken.

A Date

Un di che il sole già sorto fuggiva oltre il fienile
Imboccai la via vecchia, fischiando la tua canzone
fischiai tra quercia e betulla, saltando oltre il torrente.
Fischiai sommessamente, passando tra i crisantemi
e posai col sole morente, una bacio e una corona di gigli
sulla tua tomba

Illusion

It swirls
It change 
It's shape like living fire

It is deep
It is cold
It's ice beneath the surface

A dream crocked inside weary hours
A nail that slip in the flesh

A covenant of ghostly splendor
A throne of filth, so fitting

So close

So real

A mere fiction.