Beauty is a disease that consumes you from within,
Its petals are black \u2013 like visions of the night.
Its scent is sweet, like a sin that never slept,
And the honey of its lips is a deadly, intoxicating illusion.
Every night it comes, like a friend and a criminal.
With the tenderness of an executioner \u2013 it whispers that it is innocent.
And the touch is like an eclipse of the sun,
Which heals you, but only for a moment.
Its love is like a curse from heaven,
Like an angel with a knife who knows no pity.
You beg it to leave, but you hear an echo:
\u201cI am leaving \u2013 but I will remain in you forever.\u201d
And you realize there is no escape,
For the flower in your chest grows without roots.
You wear it like the seal of a secret \u2013
That wound of love which blooms with blood.
Oh, Soul, do not weep, do not ask for salvation.
You have been chosen by it, either to wither or to grow,
Into a world where heaven and vice \u2013 make no difference.
Where the flower and the knife \u2013 are one and the same in a dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beauty is a disease that consumes you from within,Its petals are black \u2013 like visions of the night.Its scent is sweet, like a sin that never slept,And the honey of its lips is a deadly, intoxicating illusion. Every night it comes, like a friend and a criminal.With the tenderness of an executioner \u2013 it whispers […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[122,113],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4595","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-death","tag-love"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n