the dog

buries
and forgets
about bones

sweet words shroud my murderous intent I

please cry more
i want to feel myself wrapped inside you
as i move to the rhythm of your heart
faster and faster i dig in deeper
to feel you
to know you
to taste you

sweet words shroud my murderous intent II

kristina wont you come with us?
well stay beneath the stars
among the grass
well make our feelings last

the only witnesses are the stars
mute and deaf
dont be ashamed to scream

ill slip this blade inside you
and let it taste your heart

so sweet in the start
i never knew it would falter through time…

down south

.........................she was like : heaven is here in my heart
.... i was like : aim lower

marlboro taste

… stILL, YOUR KISS CLingS BETWEEN MY lips…

“NO FILTER CAN TAKE AWAY ITS TASTE”

lyris

nEver have,

even One shred,

a thought that i have
Forgotten
{with my bent ends that will NEVER stra i g ht en}
what
YOU
did to me.

YOU,
my DEAR,
have Played me,
along with other stringS,
with such grace.

but, both of Us know that
YOU
favored the stringS with higher notes
over the strings like me -
strings that only diffuse LOW pitches.

YOU
…tightened… me
to sound like some other string.

eventually,
naturally,
logically,
i broke.

and with my last breath,
i sang in my highest pitch,
“it’s ok…”

yes,
in that one moment,
it was…

it is.

BUT,
nEver have,

even One shred,

a thought that i have
Forgotten
{with my bent ends that will NEVER stra i g ht en}
what
YOU
did
to
me…

bacchus

c r a w l i n g
into bed when ha-
lf past drunk

would be a lot like
the cnofsuioin
during adolescence.

its so damn HARD
to keep balance,
but once you stop

and just feel,
then you’ll realize that it’s
quite a nice ride.

the problem here
is that the Bed
.keeps
.
. on
. running
. away…

vitium

the moment one is born,
one falls in love with escape…
falls in love with me,
falls in love with me…

with every breath
i caress one’s throat,
with every sip
i drown one’s mind…

i enclose one
in a stable cocoon
to keep one sane,
to keep one sane…

i…
am…
vice…
personified!!!

I!
AM!
VICE!
PERSONIFIED!!!

choose me as your way
to leave behind this mess,
to fight against this mess…

for death is only an escape,
a weak being’s excuse…
choose me and move forward,
ill keep you intact…

ill keep your mind
in a stable cocoon
to keep you sane,
to keep you sane…

ethanol and nicotine redefined…

ovid

never to regret

. as

. falling

. leaves

. cascade

. through

. their

. azure

. canvas

.dancing, even when burned to copper…

hopefully, not with bea...

it is

NOT

be-cause

i

MiXeD up

with the

wrong girls;

it is

be-cause

i

mEsSeD up

with the

right

ones...

and words are never enough...

...like twilight -

. a

.. fleeting

... moment

...inside...

ones perception.

the Physiological world holds so much secrets,

secrets

which are Realities

only when one

o p e n s

ones heart...

the agony of the metalhead

it’s hard when you’re dumb enough to let the pain sink in,

it’s harder when you’re smart enough to know that suicide is a moronic option.

the recollecting

“i miss you”
words drip from his tongue
as he thumbs across memories...

his friends,
the sweetest of his past,
as unseen tears overflow...

names flood in,
unspoken but never forgotten,
the solemn lyrics of his life...

his heart
beating to the rhythm of his soul,
a song of divinity, friendship...

treasures,
they will remain
locked in a vault of security...

no hands,
not even those of the wind,
can ever take them away...

a silent tear falls
“i miss you”
another drop of emotion...

the sky

a cloudless midnight sky
with stars paved across
no moon shines

a dark horizon
without yellow bulbs
only stars in their dark dome

no shame to find
only the invisible night
surrounding

beyond the sky
another eye is watching
in a distant land

paint the clouds
with what comes out of me
as a glowing stick
burns between fingers

no shame to find
only the invisible night
surrounding

wish to have someone
lying beside
to cast wishes
and pray for their return

drop the spark
start a fire
soon another star will appear

soon someone else will see...

the dying

her heart is thumping through her breast,
the warmth of her soul radiates through her pores,
her eyes burn bright amidst the mist of december,
her lips are wet with every breath,
as my fingers run through and entice her senses.

let me die in your arms, beautiful one....

the giving

i, a child, once woke up from a dream
of a beautiful angel in the clouds
i, a child, went outside to see the sky
but i only saw rain clouds hanging

i, a child, spoke to the forest
to teach me the ways the clouds
i, a child, heard the chirping of birds
but never did i listen to the words of the wind

i, a child, stood in the meadow
as the grey skies turned to black
i, a child, stood ’til the heavens cried
and soaked me with false hopes

i, a child, was found three days later
embraced in the edge of a river
i, a child, was cold and numb
pale and breathless

i, a child, will forever be
as fate will never bring me age
i, a child, will forever be
and not the tree that i dream to be...

towards kanluran

as i walk this valley to a place beneath the stars,
i see children walking hand in hand with disregard
of their skin, their faith, their sex, and view upon this life.
they see the heart, the mind, the soul, what matters inside.

the things i see,
so far from what they call “ignorance”
as i walk in the valley to a landscape called “kanluran”...

insecure

my heart is

beating like
im fucking high on heroine

my body stoned
as if i choked on dro

say hello
i am the masturbator

so unfit
to turn my girlfriend on