Eternal Sacrifice of the Soul

I'll get this dagger
Just for you, sweetie
And I'll put it in my heart
For the pleasure of...
Dying, you know?


I have to take some of this blood
And I'll get you a gift of heavens
Wouldn't it be awesome, dear?
I'll get you a present! From heavens!


Yes, yes, they told me about it
And I agreed, of course!
How wouldn't I?
Wouldn't I get some blood
To get you this purely-made gift?


I even got it right, here's the dagger
But I guess... Would you mind to...?
I just...
Wait a minute, I-...


Oh, sweetie, get yourself down here...
Yes, take my blood
They promissed me the heavens...
But just get it yourself...
I won't... You know?
It's just...

I Opened My Eyes...

And now I can finally see...

Could You Do That For Me?

I remember you...
As a heavenly creature


You were so pure
To my memory
I just couldn't keep it
I couldn't do it...


But you still stayed
And it was fine for me
Until you wanted to dig
And fill the empty spaces inside me
With your shattered heart


I remember you
As one remembers one great
Big cup of hot coffee
Tasting so good while it lingers...


But what's left after the flavor's gone?
Nothing would be ever enough for me
Nothing would remain then
Besides the bittersweet memory of your taste


I'm not complaining, though
I'll give the memory of you its space
My dear Nephilim...
So you shall leave now...

When One's Plans Work

Shut the fuck up, you should say
I'm getting nasty, and boring
And you get more interesting by minute
What are you doing with a junk like me?


Save me, my dear bloodsucker followers
I want to get out of this cave
And finally die in peace

Some More Whining

Something contorts inside me
Is it sort of a pain?
More of a word, actually
Trying to come out
Or a backstab trying to transpass my heart...
I wouldn't know...


I got some paper towels in front of me
In case this wants to come out
I won't have blood spilled all over my room
I don't want it to get all messed up...


And talking about messed up...
What a life, huh?

An Oh-so-long Story of Two Poor Things

Oh, that's a long story
Let's get a sit, shall we?


There was this thing
And there was this other one
Unaware of each other


They were put together somehow
By force, probably
Or not


But, at the end, it just couldn't be
So they were put apart
And that worked well


You see, those poor things
Got used to being together by force
And somehow they managed
To pretend they were side by side
(Head inside head, most probably)


They were two talking minds by then
One inside the other
And finally being just one


What a mess it was
A mess indeed!
The two things must be two!
Not just one, certainly


That's outrageous! (Someone yelled)
That was, yeah
The one thing became two again
Naturally...


Naturally?


But then, I told you
Those poor things...


There was this number, you see?
And there was a new one
And they were switched, to dreams
Both things became just one again
Mind to mind


The sad thing is
It was filled with joy
Just to be ripped apart...


...Ah, but they're doing just fine now...


If "fine" means dying on the inside.