Blood sudation

The spider runs on your hand
You feel the fear, forget the pain
Hey how long will you stand
A thrill is never insane
And you feel the ice inside your veins
Will you die, will you stay alive
The spider runs on your hand
The poison of hate in your eyes
Blood sudation
Blood sudation
I see all your frustration
You loose your mind and your reason
Blood Blood sudation
The drops fall, they will be no compromise
Stop your disguise
The spider runs on your heart
For a great life, there's no art
Hey how much are you ready to pay
To stay on this earth one more day
And you feel it's cold inside your brain
Will you die, will you stay alive
The spider runs on you my main
The poison of hate in your eyes
Blood sudation
Blood sudation
I see all your frustration
You loose your mind and your reason
Blood Blood sudation
The drops fall, they will be no compromise
Stop your disguise
Blood sudation
Blood sensation
Swallow the drops of blood
Swallow the drops of manhood
Blood sudation
As a violent strangulation
Blood sudation
Blood sudation
I see all your frustration
You loose your mind and your reason
Blood Blood sudation
The drops fall, they will be no compromise
Stop your disguise

my hair of hooks fished a siren

They were all on the same track,
towards the beach that no one knew.

In that little piece of paradise untouched by man,
the festival surprise: a rave in the forest.

Cheap wine and beer and hashish and amphetamine.
In the absence of a real dealer, was what we had.

She wanted to get in my hair.
"So soft." She said
and keep on going, steady ...
hugs, kisses, together
lust, lips, whatever ...

Back at the urban,
showcase of cinema-reality,
a typical gnocchi on 29th,
and things that only married couples do.
But we were not one, really.
We were on the run from two other two.
Then we both could not be one, just because.

And we deceive us well;
a freedom I do not know what for.

Until the day that a friend of hers appears in a ethyl state
And if there is one of compromise inocentemente left hand...

It was not a mere inconsequential act.
It was a cruel and unconscious scrap.

And in return that I was the fool;
I hit her and it aches in me too.

And suddenly, when everything seemed lost ...
An ending?
No!

A Dating,
finally!

the truth is in the soil now...

black velvet tears roll like rivers
crash like the ocean on the jagged shore
drip like broken drops of rain
broken drops of pain
released from the depths of my heart
like blood from an open wound
gushing and congealing a crimson release
these thoughts fade the flowing will not cease
like the freedom of a caged bird
my heart knows not the open air
my deepest emotions locked safely away
from piercing judgement hidden they will stay
no race has been run
no war has been fought
the ultimate defense is the ultimate charade
with nobody to see truth in my empty parade
a beautiful breakdown awaits
yet i cling to my hidden dreams
should i surrender to my desires like the moon to the night sky
instead i give in and continue this lie
like a stranger to my own reflection
what i see does not match how i feel
inside i feel withered and dry
a yellowed leaf falling to die
then crumbled beneath your feet
i become a part of the earth
my confusion encompasses the soil now
all alone i wait wondering how
with the releases of despair encircled in tears
i take a breath
and
move
forward

[long forgotten]

in times of shifting climates and fading seasons i find myself completely and utterly insane with envy for the flowers and the trees, it is their time, time to thrive, to reach out for the sun and dance on the cool breeze and feel infinite and perfume the air with their innocence, and be enveloped in their own narcissistic beauty, and be lost in the moment, these moments of granduer, and with knowledge that in time they will wither and fade and be forgotten like ashes in the wind, like dust of bones, and forever be erased by the seasons to come and by the new flowers to fill their spaces, but in all honesty it truly does not matter and i am just as beautiful and timeless as each flower that will dissapear from sight and more importantly from mind like the ghosts of lost lovers to torturous to remember, i am these flowers in their prime waving my hands in the wind, dancing in the pure fresh air of radiance, knowing that one day i will be long gone, long forgotten by the likes of you.

Love runs faster than blood

In the morning, all that remained was her smell crawling in the pillow. And there was a letter written on blood smashed on the table:



"I once said that 'immerse yourself in the soul is only doing what you believe in, without compromise with the result. " So here it goes a special message about art for you:



I only design art through the love and love was just all what we got yesterday

and I only believe in love with cry

and I only believe in existence with pain

and I only believe in love with the teeth

and I only believe in heart beating hard in the chest

and I only believe in blood that flows in and boil without embarrassment

and I only believe in hunger that the red urges

and I only believe in a head that overflows without brake in fall

and I only believe in a body that has fever and night burning home

I only believe in this cleft infinite

I only believe it.



Hey, I think I only believe in you! "