Wind lies
Over these autumn skies,
Where lives disappear.
Invite me once again.
Piece by piece this life falls
Downto the waste and painful expectation.
In your silence, under your rain
I’d fake it, hide it as long as i can.
The saltant Satyr covered by leaves
Tacit in his terpsichorean dream.
Phrontistery,
Rue sable venery.
My termon,
Now venge me, if you need.
This trismus
Rupture,
Obstruct the failure.
Salmon the sky is,
Kept through the mire.
The teraphim of man i’ve built.
Stigmata laid then on my name.
Searching for best in this lust,
I limned myself in sanitary flame.
Polluted was just my body,
That cannot kill the diamonds of soul.
That are so few left after wars
With ignorence.
My hystery
Thrown thorn of misery,
So trivial,
So small in blasphemy.
Mutative
And full 0f rage.
Overthrow into me
The one more strike into another day.
( No one can prove me wrong )
I lay with you to save love inside you.
I lay with you to make it higher a few.
I feel so sick to save you from disease.
This dirt, I drink, I hope will not increase.
I sin for you to teach you not to sin
I never won, but now I have to win.
Just stay this way, I hope you’ll understand,
I’d rather die to make it better in the end.
And anytime I’ll soft yor hair in my hand.
Feed you with warmth forever be tender and calm.
For you to never disappoint, to never give up,
Never lose.
We’ll melt in stars and we’ll forget this hell
Become so clean and so divine again.
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