Nigthmares

Sheer beauty is the nature of my nigthmares.

Pure beauty is the most terrible thing to admire, it's an epiphany of blood, desire and death.

A reckless, mindless desire. Desire as desire is. Blind and insane.

Beauty is the enemy of the sensualist and the doom of the artist.

Beauty is the real foe of the poet, always concealing its nature to his senses.

Beauty is what mankind is not.

Beauty is. I am not.

Beauty is my nightmare, my enemy and my desire.

To die in beauty's claws...