A Lullaby...

Father (of) sin, forgive me, for I have sinned.
He comes back for me, perdition in white…
Eyes, T(hr)eats in red applaud my masochism.
Enfeebled I provide the tool
To inherit a cruel satisfaction.

Why drown in a suffering mood.
I testify against a joyful laughter,
And the settlement of the skies.

I search for guidelines to the entrance of malice ness,
Unworthy of all your incarnated marvels.
A butterfly flies so weakly in the skies
Embracing perfection, unworthy affection.

Another,
Nocturnal Reverie
From a masochism made man…