Merciless
How sweetly he twists his razor tongueIt glints like silver in the sun.
Wherever his kisses fall, blood is drawn.
Gracious.
Merciless.
Fleetly flying from madness,
My wing-grown flight is confident.
Behind me the bathing sun is as keen as light --
Blinding warmth and soft love
Stunning.
Seduction.
I prefer a casket to lay this love to rest.
Let the sun bedecked in glory
Sing soundlessly behind me!
My rhythm is rising now, as a star
In a horizon I carved with my hands.
I too can be gracious.
Merciless.
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