Shadows of Sakura
Eva(n) Skye
The year has passed quickly, my love
A sweet smile, my love
A dark glint in my eye, my prey
You swear to me of love
Love? Then tell me of love
And tell me how you can love what you don't know
You see only my laughing eyes, my happy smiles
You do not see my call of death
My soul of ice, hidden behind a bloody veil
Tell me, my crystal sculpture
What do you feel when your flesh cries out
And our very souls brush
Do you feel my emptiness?
Do you feel the gentle brush against your mind?
The touch of crimson velvet
I say that you are only a thing to me
I do not lie
You are my crystal
You are the glass I will shatter
You are the nightingale taken by me, the hawk
You stare into my dusty veil
Searching for my dark secrets
Not knowing that the very touch of my darkness
Would enflame you, edging your soul to insanity
Your time has come
One velvet ribbon wraps round your neck
So tight - you feel its razorblade caress
The fear glittering in your eyes is surprising
Yet, at the same time, expected
Did you truly not see this?
I had hoped that you would have seen what left the others as just things
And all things die in time
Two velvet ribbons wrap round your wrists
Binding you to the ground
Tears run down your face
Tiny crystals
More ribbons turn to encircle you
The crimson blood such a stark contrast to your pale skin
As it soaks through your shirt and runs down your chest
It is so soft so light to the touch so very imbued with your essence
And then you are gone
And I am left alone
Alone and bored
What is left now?
What?
Why, hello little boy
Would you like to make a bet?
Eva(n) Skye
The year has passed quickly, my love
A sweet smile, my love
A dark glint in my eye, my prey
You swear to me of love
Love? Then tell me of love
And tell me how you can love what you don't know
You see only my laughing eyes, my happy smiles
You do not see my call of death
My soul of ice, hidden behind a bloody veil
Tell me, my crystal sculpture
What do you feel when your flesh cries out
And our very souls brush
Do you feel my emptiness?
Do you feel the gentle brush against your mind?
The touch of crimson velvet
I say that you are only a thing to me
I do not lie
You are my crystal
You are the glass I will shatter
You are the nightingale taken by me, the hawk
You stare into my dusty veil
Searching for my dark secrets
Not knowing that the very touch of my darkness
Would enflame you, edging your soul to insanity
Your time has come
One velvet ribbon wraps round your neck
So tight - you feel its razorblade caress
The fear glittering in your eyes is surprising
Yet, at the same time, expected
Did you truly not see this?
I had hoped that you would have seen what left the others as just things
And all things die in time
Two velvet ribbons wrap round your wrists
Binding you to the ground
Tears run down your face
Tiny crystals
More ribbons turn to encircle you
The crimson blood such a stark contrast to your pale skin
As it soaks through your shirt and runs down your chest
It is so soft so light to the touch so very imbued with your essence
And then you are gone
And I am left alone
Alone and bored
What is left now?
What?
Why, hello little boy
Would you like to make a bet?