Innerkriege & Giochi Capi:

In the heart of mistakes and reinvention,

I find you

I whisper a silent confession

As I make my exit, into the flurry

Your face, haunting, in my back vision

Shred of condensation

Trickles on my cheek

Down my mask

Impairments

His hand is silver,

Cast in black glove

His skin is ivory

Cast in iron lies

I can’t remember what it felt like

To live without fear

I can’t even remember what it felt like

To be held dear

And I hear the music

And it whispers in my ear,

We dance a silver waltz of murder,

As the end of lives draw near

You were everything I ever needed

He was everything you’d ever feared

I did all you ever warned me not

The lights of the ballroom swirl around me

The happy dearests dance about me

A flash of your face,

A flash of his

And I don’t try to hold on

Though I see your face,

As I plunge to the floor,

It is only his when I awake

The music silenced,

The sanity questioned,

The room halted

The air loosened

He helps me to my feet,

Lead me to the gazebo,

Amongst shining candle lights

And broken promises

For a moment, he holds me

For a moment, the music is in our heads,

And we are waltzing to the time of our broken hearts

He smiles

As I lean on him

And he leans on me

His hand leaves the small of my back

And for a moment, I do not know why

The next moment, I know full well

And it is far too late

Dark prince in glittering shadows

Slit my throat with silver dagger

Look me in the eye, and tell me you do not love me

Look me in the face, and tell me this is not your fault

But he does not

He continues to smile,

Kneels by my broken body,

And whispers, once, in a tongue too sweet

Onda arrivederci, bella princessa

In a moment, your eyes are gone,

The music silent, forever,

And I hear your footsteps.

The only true knight in shining armor,

The sole true love, that was not love

That was not for lust, nor bloodlust

But for companionship, and place to call one’s home

you sit beside me, now,

and you hold my hand

I wipe your tears,

As you tell me to hold on

I tell you, no

Wounds don’t heal on their own

You won’t wish me farewell,

As my heartbeat slows

Vergessen sie mich nicht

I plead, as I cough through torture in transformation

Your voice is the last thing I hear,

Before leaving forever,

Whispering softly

Nie.