Black ribbons, clung through my skin
like river’s wide lullabies
leaving traces of blood dripping
while satiate words of your dissatisfaction
as my mortal and your immortal life
shall be in collision

As I accentuate my lungs, while blowing off my horns
Wearing red silk gowns, all over town
Greeting in any hidden sin, but only to find
You sick face with a pale grin
As you hover upon the lights of day
Trying to whisk my sanity away

And now written on these wooden floors
Are the riddles, to you evil heart?
As bright lamp soon fade and has begun to discard
From the sight of my eyes

And drawings of my innocent hearts
Were painted black
As I am trying to recover, from your words
Of the dark, as you’ve conjured
For my destined to die, and soon it shall comes nigh

Copyrights © Alsa Haslinda 2008