Ixquic Imago

Days of the past filled with disappointment
Like rubies, your magic flows through my veins
Profane notes stained with perversion
Cheap tales, memories scented with the smell of forgetfulness
Gray, suffocating afternoons that smell like you
Elves dancing, watching the charade of my life
Hope turned into a curse
The wait for my agony just gets longer
Demons laughing like this...
They feed off hearing you suffer
The seas dry up, my veins spawn white crystals for you
Monstrous sirens sing and will hypnotize you
Ixquic image, your song will return

Body of precious stones
On the brink of extinction
Onyx kisses, a perfect lullaby for my schizophrenia
Demons laughing like this...
They feed off hearing you lie

Woman's hands or zirconium ace, your image still lives in me
Emerald green eyes in desolation
Ixquic image, your spell is my passion