What of this!?
Her sweet madness beautiful as snow;
that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide!
The intoxication of her insanity draws me close.
Her voice, calling out my name;
haunting me.
The moonlight pours out upon her -
her wickedness is shown, who dreams with
- a nest of mad kisses; a thousand years sad regrets.
She is my agony -
my cage -
my demise.
My loss of sanity is due her.
She is haunting,
such madness is this?
I cared nothing for all,
she is my breath, I can't live without.
My essence
- sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.
The scented twilight, I hung there.
She became my gallows -
my wandering noose -
my demise -
the fall of a tragic poet.
She is the bearer of my heart, locked away;
I am nothing.
I am nothing
but a man locked in chains,
who bears no voice;
a victim to her madness
- her bitter sweet madness, beautiful as snow.
She stole my heart -
my voice -
my name.
I am her insanity as she is mine.
She left me, her ghost to wander
- sighing around her where the stars are sleeping.
The scented twilight, I hung there.