ambiguous

this instance... this silence...
the image of violence
the mirror is frozen
hatred... it grows on

the madness... the malice...
the dark of blind alleys
the horror... the power...
the most weird flower

it blooms like a fire
it smells of desire
its petals are pure hate
it is a dream of you, my mate

the wind of destruction
the stench of corruption
cold like the pole ice
gleam in the strange eyes

the ugly-faced fear
that blood-boiling fever
the ultimate shower
that feeds the weird flower

it bursts like a fire
it smells of desire
its petals are pure hate
it is a dream of you, my mate

it screams like a fire
it smells of desire
its petals are pure hate
i dreamed a dream of you again