In the madness of the eyes my senses fail and reason is lost.

This is the miracle fire.

Our days, our misery, our bitter lovers.

I am paradise.

I live in paradise.

You are the father of affliction.

Ripping our flesh as teeth kiss.

Red ropes cast spells.

Standing here frozen.

I warned you to twist your heart.

I warned you to witness my cracked open room with a view.

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  1. Even though I don’t understand all the references, the clash between paradise and horror is all too clear. I don’t know who the “other ” is, but I am hoping it is not me. Powerful stuff.

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