What goes around in my head
you cannot have
a mythological monster
two faces
snakes instead of hair
the master of the labyrinth
all the evil the world ever knew
here I am
the cameleon of fear
protects it for ever
from whoever desires
the fleeting beauty of paradise lost
never ending green gardens of forbidden fruits
immersed in the idealistic symphony of love
closed in the ear of a shell
of a contemporary nun
though you call me sometimes femme fatale
if you kill the monster
it will mean the end of chaos to you
the end of paradise to the monster
so it goes with fallen angels
we get what we deserve
paradise or hell in this real world
never satisfied