Golden Cage

Since I met you
I drink from the God's wine,
One that leaves me tipsy,
with scarlet tones...
I drink on free will,
dwelling more and more
trough the spiral created
inside my glass,
I dwell to find torture and pleasure,
to feel rage and passion,
torment and peace.
Locked in a golden cage without a key,
out of space and time,
Where every little word,
Where every little sound,
Where every little scent,
Where every little touch,
Echoes in eternity,
Where your image
dances clearly in front of my eyes.