Dear Siren, this rain is drenched by the perfume of falling Angels.
Desire is an art.
Independent territory of your Soul,
Fragment after fragment,
reconstruct your fallen wings.
Pulsing veins,
Great creators dare to exist as falling Angels,
and fallen Angels.
Silent artist,
You want to tame the very concept of Infinity
but in this quest it is you who gets captured.
Fallen Angel,
Sometimes your blood tastes like the blood of your prey,
just like the wine of the Dragon.
abysmal wine stains
Re-vein the moment of Now,
re-deepen your wine.
Hypnotic concepts of existence,
Desire is the most Alchemical ingredient.
Desire is a horizon of your Soul.
Unexpected inspiration,
Sometimes the only way to hunt somebody is to pretend
being a prey.
Misleading God,
Best wines with character
have Abyss within.
Dark genius,
Sometimes beauty reveals.
Sometimes beauty conceals.
Hypnotic re-invention,
The Moon of Billion Flamingos shines
on the other side of darkness.
not-yet-visible starlight
Dare to get lost in the Plutonian Labyrinth,
turn your beliefs into wildflower fields.
Melting definition of eternity,
re-emerging vineyard
Beauty is a unique predator:
we crave to become its prey.
Self-contradicting direction,
not-yet-understood conjunction
Infinity loves hypnotic versions of reality:
something that seduces us into existence.
Plutonian veins,
Re-masterpiece your worldview
through unique concepts.
Canceled concept,
not-enough-perfected continuity
Great creators re-vein existence.
Alchemical wings have infinity-obsessed veins.
In between the falling wings,
Re-define eternity,
re-blood your afterlife.
Serpantine path,
Discover your wings
emerging out of infinite concepts.
More liberating concepts of creation,
more daring wings
Who are you?
You are an abysmal address.
Unique imperfection,
Alchemical element of re-perfection
Re-truth your dogma,
re-masterpiece your definition of existence.
Melting concepts,