Barbed Wire Paradise

Here we are again,
The Hall of macabre joy.
…Dancers in The Rhythm of Chaos.
Awaiting The Grand Beast
(for he surely ain’t asleep).

Who do you think he is?
An uninvited guest?
The host of the night?
Well, I think he is them both.
And we are his guests on our own feast.

…An excellent holocaust feast…

A night for sweat, blood and tears
from the beginning till the end.
The hope has been
killed, distinguished, abandoned.
…Sickly smile of depression...

How could I throw this burden away?
…The burden heaviest of all.
My depression, my precious treasure.
I will carry and I will harness the burden
(never underestimate the power).

I can feel the poison spreading.
Thick, black and slow.
Bleeding for the Barbed Wire.
This hellish stage,
it made me sure: light is a disguise.
(Who said it’s not?)

A night for sweat, blood and tears,
this is where I belong.
The barbed wired paradise… Devilish joy.
…The morbid pleasure of depression…

The Blood still flows, though thicker than ever before.

This rusty hook tight on my heart…
Pulling me deeper and deeper.
(And now you are going to have to try catch
“the reasons for my smile”.)

The void is growing though I still feel complete.
The poison in my eyes makes me see.
I can’t stop the poison and I can’t stop bleeding
but the Barbed Wire Paradise made me understand.

The Blood still flows, though blacker than ever before.

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