La Souffrance de L’amour

I once saw beauty in everything I see
but I'm no longer who I used to be
now the aesthete that once was in me
sees nothing but pictures framed in misery

all this time you were in disguise
hiding behind a man I now despise
you made me believe our love was true
now my heart's all black and blue

stepping barefoot in shards of glass
inside a gate of rusting brass
I never knew that you've made for me
a castle of thorns and a crown of agony

but you do not know that I am Venus' daughter
and in an unkempt labyrinth I refuse to falter
for the planets to align I'll wait patiently
by then, maybe it will be time for me to be set free

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