Narcissism-Septicflesh

The chalice is full of sea fallen leaves upon her face A map of green continents Once part of the same tree Away from where they belonged Near sits a part of my twin moon captured from the mirror waters The sacred drink withdraws oblivion This is the only way to meet my full of craters sister because her grim presence stands always against the golden rays of my sun. How many friends I had, how many enemies. Now only absence Love, its purest form is Narcissism I remain and they remain through me but only I exist. Youth preserved, embalmed from history In courts of exotic domains sirens play with the strings of the rainbow in a harmonious elegance the story of a king.