The Man and the Opheliac (poem)

The way te look at me with those eyes stings me
Stings più than this coltello in my chest
The taste of blood in my mouth is sweet
Sweeter than the taste of your lieing lips
But this longing, this desire for te to stay
Sends cold shivers along my spine
Like tiny fangs that nibble and nip

Did te ever Amore me?
Did te ever long for my presence?
Lies o truth i'll never now know
For this dagger choses to act in my defense
Our death a silent lullaby
Our blood flowing like purest wine
But would te even whisper me your last goodbye?

Tell me all you've ever wanted
Enchant me with your darkest of stories of old
Let no god nor man come between te and I
For people will forget when we die
Cant te not see that this was meant to be
Cant te ever see
That the opheliac is me...