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In a sweet dream of shadows I immerse

Where the darkness no more hide

Between the foundations of my soul

Inside the inceptions of my lies

Here in between the shadows

That awakens my resting soul from beneath

To torture my insignificant life of dust

Inside the fire pit, of the private hell prepare by my own sin

Denial is not a portrait,

Recognition is desire

Love the sin and the lust

Then, burn yourself in hell fire

How more incentives for souls

Can a collector receive?

That burning along with the sinners

Which provide carefully by her?

Selected in the world

Brought toward the door

Burning in the lust

Concealing into dust

The sweet dark love of achievement

Accompany myself to the door

Where death arrives now for me

So I can now rest in supposed peace

In the collapse mountain of dust

That will cover my unreal dream

Of the afterlife inexistence

Overcoming the untruly faith

Of those who believe in God

Entering the shadows

Increasing my lust

Demented the image

An unearthed song

Of howling demons surrounding

The entrance of my Sheol

Increasing fearless feelings

Into the darkness ahead

As I pass through Cerberus

And toward the kings lair

I became more a succubus

As I go into the dark

But I cannot deny my destiny

I cannot deny my path

Now inside the lustrous chamber

Were demons surround the bed

Dreams of distortion skin

Are lying in side my chest

Cuts and maggots blood and scream

Centipedes and scorpions, all in me

But as I say denial is not a portrait

Recognition is desire

Portraits of cruel intentions

Records of lust and sin

Open the door for my non heaven

Cut the life from out my veins

Limits are not a choice

On the path of hell itself

Only one advice can tell

You don’t play the game in life

If you don’t want the desire price in hell

                                                                Liz   4/27/12