Sehr geehrter Herr Doktor Samael,
even if I loved you, I'd hate you still,
hate may sound strong, as strong as love is sweet,
regret is as bitter as my death knell,
given you rang the bells, deaf as a stone,
even chocolate seems the bitterest pill,
ever since I left the garden, we meet
hungry as the desert, whispering lies,
relishing the naïveté to moan
throughout the night, two wolves howl at the moon,
ever since you left me to die alone,
regret is full of memories and spies.
Herr Doktor Samael, is this a joke,
even now, if you expect me to swoon
rapturously at your success, I moan
repugnantly at your success, you broke
dinner with the serpent off to spend time
offering me sweet nothings in my ear,
kisses and hugs, hugs and kisses, nothing
to fear you made me feel safe in your arms, climb
on your back and fly to heaven and back,
reckless, to abandon all hope, reckless.
Samael, you could never buy my soul,
as for Ha-Satan, the fallen one, dear
meshuggener, you drive me crazy, bring
a sandstorm to a halt, here in Sheol
eternal love dies a slow death in black
liquid pitch, I died with your pearl necklace.
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