The hidden eternity of the nonexistent conqueror

As the trembling of the leaf my soul silently falls into the dark void within me; Remember not, I say to myself as the sound dissolves:

"I ‘ve been kissing poisonous lips I ‘ve been seeking for a shelter, a resting place where the howling winds that rest upon my shoulders will transform into a light welcoming breeze on my cheek Oh and then oh then I could close my eyes and forget the sparkling black diamond hearts that I tenderly held in the palm of my hands Forget the sparkling black diamond hearts that once upon a time pulsated in my hands, forget, forget, forget . . .

Alas what a remark and now what? . . . I seek no savior! I seek no glory! I have no enemies I never leave enemies behind . . . I urge for the sweetness of the clueless nothingness that never left my poisoned blue/purple lips but yet again my eyes remain wide open and I am not dead. Frame by frame time silently passes by and my frozen eyes can mirror thousands and thousands versions of You and the warmth of your discrete flair is just another uncollected forgotten fallen blood drop from my lips. Frame by frame I create what my reality becomes. What have I forgotten? Why are you still here?"