Darkside

Today is felt, as if my eyes

have knelt down all your demons,

while my lips metamorphosed them

into symbolic effigies.

Today is felt, as if I rule

to make you want to be my life's servant

while your soul is salivating

for my coquet Darkside.

Today is felt, as if your monsters,

those zombies masked in veiled bijoux

will suffer very deeply, too terrified

by every boom-boom of my pulse.

Today is felt, as if your royal creature

comforts me with your soul's glamour

while all my senses are the fireplace

that warms your amour fou.

Today is felt, as if I am

the lachrymose wine's rustling scent

while you are in its phase of foliage,

tenderly filtered by my elixir.

Today is felt, as if all words I've written,

mean nothing but a blah-blah's whim

while a coffee's sip greets me when still

all is a little silly with morning's routine.