vineri, 22 ianuarie 2010

Vous allez me perdre

You walk on the thinnest type of ice, slowly swallowing the addictive pill called "chase", as being enslaved by a master named "hypocricy". You live somewhere in between the safest form of simplicity and the efervescent taste of pure decadence, as you sip from a perfect mixture between ambrose and cyanide - you are allowed entrance into both a home, and a bordello. Somewhere in the middle of obedience and seduction, you are permitted to wear both the fragrance of what you reffer to as "love" and the tempting fragrance of sin and lust. You are permitted too much, my love. Somewhere in between stardust and dirt, you enjoy the touch of an angelic figure, as well as the one of the eternal seductress. You see, dear, how more sensational is the unsattled ride of a wild horse, than only the view of a pure-breed? Truth is, lover, i shall always be one of those wild beasts that just can't be tamed. No, you yet can't see all this, for appreciation only stands within loss - and loss shall be yours to take.
Vous allez me perdre