The Darkside Poem by Gianni Pintus

Trapped and unwrapped,
in a state of confusion,
freedom is a option,
I'm running in a slow motion.

Dark age is where I belong,
emotions are running strong,
untamed love is what I know,
my skin is thick, is ever grow.

Transformation is start to come,
my insanity is come and undone,
circle of life is ripping the wild wind,
lust and what else is in my mind..

Fiction above this dark continent,
sleeping with your monsters in a fragment,
beasts and vampires are landing here,
take me above the fire where I can heal.

What does it matter?
What does it mean?
there isn't not feeling here,
there isn't no line in between.

There isn't no fear at all.
there is only pleasure to get,
there is a hole where to fall,
there is a game trap to set.

Since the darkness are making dreams,
we felt free from this pleasure dome,
we didn't felt unsettle,
but we felt full of means.

It took us floating inside the wormhole,
screaming furious and making us whole,
but this sensation it's unreal and wild,
welcome to the pleasure dome,
welcome to the darkside