Dead love

Close your eyes and walk into the shadows of your dreams, touch the creator of your body, touch the sensitive side of your grey soul, while you lie, while you deceive the human eyes with the beauty of the elves. Struggle to keep the curtain closed, not to reveal the true child within, that little and scared child, always hidden in the darkest corner of our souls, your memories of the past that come into my head while I'm asleep. While you wait, I feel your pain, dream forever more in that bed filled with spikes that cut you and torn you into two half's of a false person, a forgotten curse of the gods sent to hunt and kill humanity. You are the cause of our sin.
Vanity, seeking sorrow in the alleys, in the cold winter nights when the snow falls and everything's white, you become the only truth, the black sky colour, now filled with the grey clouds, almost as grey as your soul, letting the world spin and become closer into you ending. Closure for the one's you've spoken with, the black murder in the window of pain, remembering the name of yourself to keep sanity far behind. The temptation of the sin, the lust that you have shinning in your eyes, that dead romance that kills, seeking the long awaited death, hidden in your mind, in the shadows of the corners in the streets that you walk trough. It's a though life and you still want to make it to the end.
Everything dies, nothing seems to last forever but still here you walk, the rain falling in your head, the thunder crashing in front of you, a sever to your will, that long list of wishes, condemned souls to be tortured by you. What have you left behind, what memories have scared your mind so, what pain has froze your heart and blackened your inside? Won't you let me carry you into your room, possess you, torture you and finally kill you, just to end your pain? Your black rose blooming in your bedroom window, a sign of your death, that mystery that hunts me today, thousands of years after the beginning of our cursed and dead love.