Invitation to i m m o r t a l i t y— Nay!
R a p e !
D e c i e t !
Bewildered heart,
s m o t h e r e d in the shadow of an instant;
drowned in a whirlpool of d e l i g h t—
a whirlpool of funerary splendor.
H a r p y !
D e v i l !
Mother—dead
Lover—lost
Will to live—a h o p e l e s s dying ember;
a futile s t r u g g l e.
M o n s t e r !
D e m o n !
The curtain falls at T w i l i g h t
Sweet scent of bloody G a r d e n i a s
F a l l e n !
T a i n t e d !
The curtain falls on this night of c o r r u p t i o n,
and d i s a p p e a r s into the wandering night.