I AM

Can one illuminate a black and murky sky?
Can one tear apart a darkness
Denser than pitch without morning
Without evening, without stars
Without funeral lighting?
Can one illuminate a black and murky sky?

At my side the demon works ceaselessly
He swims around me like an impalpable ether
I breathe him in, he burns my lungs
And fills me with desire eternal and sinful

I am the wound and the knife!
I am the slap and the cheek!
I am the limbs and the rack!
The victim and the executioner both!

And I shall give you my dark one
Kisses as cold as the moon
And the caress of a serpent
Who crawls 'round an open grave

 

    They say that one must cast unspeakable things
Into the pit of forgetfulness, into sealed tombs
That by the written word evil, raised up again
Will infect the customs of later generations;
But knowledge is not the mother of evil
And virtue is not the daughter of ignorance

Lyrics: excerpts of Charles Baudelaire poems/ edited: Cyril Place/ Music: Cyril Place Copyright 1991 Cyril Place
 

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