They see me but I'm not really here
I live another life
at the bottom of the world where
angels cry & demons feast..
I am a monster with a contorted grin,
contracting down to illusion
dilating toward infinity,
both growing and dying,
between hope for nothing
and despair of everything,
brought up among perfumes and poisons,
consumed with love and hatred,
killed by lights and shadows.
My symbol is death of light and the flame of death.
Sparks die in me only to be reborn as
thunder and lightning.
Darkness itself glows in me.