To My Friend, My Enemy

Observe the shadow move slowly from the other corner...

See her disfigured outline?

It's cold outside, and the smoke translates the unusual night.

She sees me, turns her head and I'm glad I see a smile.

Two holes as eyes, a distinct nose and brown, despicable lips.

Anyone would imply her misleading presence as the black magic a whore always possess.

And I obsess.

Suddenly, she looks beautiful,

Magnificent creature,

Daughter of the crescent moon.

Making love every night with everyone's nightmares.

Anybody's, really.

Why do you look familiar?

I would refer to you as “Dear,”

But you've only been a damn chain,

Not holding me down, whatsoever...

Yet, going through my gray meat and making me hallucinate the alluring dream I once thought I own.

I don't own anymore...I owe.

I owe you slut!

I have to give back to you in some manner!

And why not this way?

As I rot inside one of your eyes,

Your reflection transforms.

Why do I let you do so?

Well, the answer might be too easy to implore!

Not to me, though.

As my decadent flesh proceeds to furnish your garment,

My bones now your jewelry, .

And my beating stone, the crown for your malice...

I love you,

I ought to have you,

Every time my arm rips another tissue of muscle,

Just to extend it enough to get to you,

You laugh at my misery.

What's hilarious?

When did I become the dark joke?

Was it the first day I decided to give in?

Was it the exact, stupid and minuscule second I made the choice to belong to you?

Was it when the skies cut themselves with the lightnings of my rage?

Forget all of it!

Your portrait, as marvelous as it might appear, doesn't define my posture.

I can't have that written in between the letters of my name.

Even plead guilty for the future failure.

I know I signed with sparkling blood as ink for this contract!

But set me free for once!

I yearn to breath again!

Please, I beg...

I'll dance with you one last time and never again.

Oh.

Now, I understand it all.

You meditate the structure of my life,

While spitting flies all over my atmosphere.

Can't see no more.

Let me introduce you to my reasoning;

I'll welcome you to my inner real world, not this oblivious despair you

dare to pair me with;

If you decide that it is worth blooming.

You'll be soft with me, once again.

Come inside, don't touch but observe the marvelous show:

''As the curtains slowly float away, and the trembling murmurs vanish with reality's storm...a child you will see in my stage.

Every night the little saint performs for an authentic audience.

As you might have already guessed,

Only the brilliant may enter the theater.

And so, this butterfly reincarnated now with white flesh, dances!

Gracefully and patiently it collects the tears that have been trying to mold the wooden stage and converts them into the shine that incentives trust from anyone who dares to look again into my eyes.

Polished marbles, thankfully again.

The child keeps twirling around; naked.

Only pausing to blow crisp breezes for the public watching.

Sentimental angel,

Garnished skin with powdered moons,

Tell them you are here to awaken thy!

The creature became translucent and grew exhausted.

It was never enough beauty for the ones that witnessed the spectacle,

At the end, the white, fragile rose,

Couldn't last anymore.

The prose of a black rock,

She had become.

Dancing in between the claws of the devil.

A once sweet breath,

Had become a musty scent of lust.

Oh my love, pure you used to be,

Now, you are your own enemy."