Wyster

the curse of aphrodite

once i said i wasn\'t made to stay in a shelf

but i was born stuck to it

 

what use can a doll have if not being a box for someone else\'s feelings?

 

what use can a doll\'s feelings have if not being held as a weapon?

 

at the end i\'m not a lover, but a dreamer

a watcher and a servant

a planet without an orbit

a star with nowhere to fall

 

a taste that fades out soon, the melancholy of the moon

her embrace as an orphanage

 

my venus is mine and no one\'s to keep

she was not meant for anyone else

i shiver and break under saturn\'s grip

murdering patience where my hope dwells

 

my skin is a carpet to welcome the travelers

but too dirty, too very much dirty

 

and my heart is a flower to entertain the visitors

but too bloody, too very much bloody