My time.. Its nothing compare to existence I am not a poetry marked in time Wish love is the first victim Let that heart out and freedom will guide you.
I carry the gun The gun.. The one that create life A life that will suffer But it's worth too If lust is the path to life Lets us ignore sins And let us life... Forever my love.
Don't fall for me I do not believe in love Love is man thing And I belong to hell To hell that we all call We all call for sins When we are the most... Vulnerable...
The time I was lust less Was the time where I Only I saw blood All my over my skin I didn't hear a scream But the pain... She enjoy it. She crave more The more time pass The more deep I was I was deep in lust For a final time She kiss me...
Moon of lust... My left hand is tire. I am in search for love. Lust love, I just want her... With creativity. With Love. And with passion for love. Let her blossom grow. And then let me be, The Vegetation at night.