A Wounded Glass

All alone, on a ground of thorns Sitting coldly with hollow hands I taste the rustiness of time Lonely with a glass of therapy Holding it calmly with a fake smile A diamond breathes in my blood Yet a sharp pin twists in my eyes Born beautiful, until time has exposed the ugliness in my veins My deed etches shattered passion My will torn by the tyranny of weakness Mist in my path, anesthesia in my scream My eyes won't rest until my demon is eliminated He’s here, there, everywhere Twisting his infernal horns of sins in my sentiments I arouse him inside me with flames of lust I beg him to prosper my desire through magnificent satisfaction! Born as the shadow of sins obscures my spirit I am the demon, I am the sin, and I am EVE! Vivo Sadek