Busy street hath t'en tranquility kiss'th,
Along my footsteps mild wind blow'th,
Bottle o' absinthe hath the stranger consumed,
Never to notice, an' leave my body doomed...
Hold'th he, my hand, to check the chime,
Throw'th he, t'at bottle o' wine,
Pierced his nails in me as I try to escape,
By t'en he tore open my velvet cape,
Feeble ***** o' mine with palms hath I covered,
As his garments in my sight, he lowered...
I screamed as the animal in him broke its shackles,
As he tore down the walls o' my genitals,
With continuous strokes, numb hath I lie,
Wishing o' the same street, instantly I die,
Pointing at the church, I murmered, 'why?',
Even after he left me torn,
The gods silently looked at me, never to reply.

Waiting for the day to cease,
Where I shall hug you in your nothingness,
Knowing that you're absent of light, nonetheless.
Everyday you die,
I wait in the corner, shattered, broken and paralyzed with grief,
Till you reincarnate into yourself,
And for that love you give.
I touch every part of your body,
But then I haven't even touched a little part of your body.
Fading I am, and going into you,
For the sake of the promise that I made to you,
For acquiring the bliss of your kiss, in turn,
My love, I am walking away into the land of no return!

II

Eyelids move up and I breath,
And I try to rise,
To make love to you, I seek the price,
All around my coffin till the heaven's door,
As I walk, about you, I adore,
To the angels and the souls of dead fish at the shore,
Now plodded a moment,
When with you, I'm totally done,
Under the rays of sun,
Where you vanish more and more,
When the soul of mine recalls,
Recalls of you being a *****!

Unknown threshold
Randomized synchronization,
Cries of the dying kiss,
Amidst the friendship in that bliss,
Reasonless misunderstandings lie above,
Never fading, priceless moments dying,
On the curse of happiness,
Serene moments serenely rising and smiling,
Haunts of cherishing melodies,
Amidst the addiction are these symphonies...
Quiet silent darkness smiles,
When our rare synchronization compiles,
There the friendship of our dies,
Only for the sake of unexpected love rise...
Chants of the operas,
Sipping the dying light,
Oh where the **** is the plight?
Between us, it merely died.
In the abandoned chills of this day,
This momentary moment will be reminiscent of your birthday!

13th March 2014

Chants o' thy escapin' requiem,
Chairs on t'se broken doors dust kiss'th,
Paint on t'se walls, incomplete rest'th,
Nails o' mine, thou out pull'th,
Stabs throat, the silence o' tis,
Red hot metal in my genitals,
Frozen blood smells serene,
Push'th th'm limits beyond, thou,
Bleedin' nostrils, when t'at acid crawls inside my eyes, tearin' my eyelids...
Serene art o' thee, where shalt thou hang'th? My love?
Pins h've o' the ground lie,
Pick th'm up, batter on my temple, try...
Doll o' thee, beauty o' tis, who its lips kiss'th? My love?
Stopped heart o' mine,
Who pull'th? My love?
Body o' mine, dust an' tear piled,
Who love make'th? My love?
Wet gasoline in my mouth, flame between thy thighs, who light'th? My love?
Melancholic story o' ours, who read'th? My love?
Impeccable words o' th's scene, who make'th? My love?

Under the cloud where the velvet smoke bled,
'Love's a curse' the smiling soul said;
The blood in the dwarf's heart then froze,
When an indecisive liar presented her the rose...

The fingers around which my ring would slide,
On the clod evening, she would be, my bride,
Breathing in, exhaling kisses, she'll be by my side,
Where on a heavy monster, we'll go off on a love's ride,
Behold, and kiss my eyes,
I don't crave to know the plight...

If ever, the delusion of this imagination doesn't lie an illusion,
On the naked dawn, I shall **** your lips; ****** the confusions...
Words will then bleed letters,
As I look at my unsent love letters,
Each letter now the fire shall batter,
When your head's on my chest, nothing's better...

Let your naked breast touch my chest,
This is a dim light in the darkness of miles, called love,
Which gives plight, or rises all above,
Pull me closer, don't shove,
I'm the dead pegion, you're my dove!

Softest touch o' her lifeless *****,
Never h've thou ****'th my lips back,
Timid nails o' mine in thy feeble mouth h've I put'th,
Never h've thou bitten th'm red,
****'th me, tranquil ears o' thee,
Scream o' thine b'ween thy n'ck rest'th be,
**** b'ween thy legs h've I pull'th,
Unde'd smile o' thy face, nothin' utter'th,
Hairs o' thine, stuck'th, fingers mine,
St'll hath tranquility, thy lips 'n ruled,
Torn gown o' thine, ground with, hath l've make'th,
As b'ween our thighs, I'd strok'th,
Fragnance o' thee, my nostril kiss'th,
Lifeless n'ck o' thee teeth mine touch'th,
Rubbin' t'se wrists I continue t' strok'th,
Till the ***** from my thigh,
Flash'th on b'ween the breast o' thy,
Bought h've thou, I, t' my daughter's play, I lied,
Eruptin' pleasure o' mine, I hath from thou, sufficed.

Contemporary words hath I evaded,
Sweared to swear thine,
Fo' the respect o' thee faded,
Throwed me, e'ry words o' fame thou lied,
Only for t'se blasphemious plight,
Curious cherishity o' mine birth hath taken,
Quiet blade o' thy palm, hath rest broken,
Unrelated bloods' related as blood,
Mates, masked t'en thy hath brought me to cut,
Tranquil drops o' life, heat kisseth, fast flow'th,
Taste o' t'se machetes, my body tast'th,
Final screams 'n my mouth, silence stuff'th,
Drops o' my own blood t'en blind'th me,
Lips o' thy blade seal my n'ck with t'at kiss,
Final beats o' my heart 'n thy hand pumpeth,
Mysterious reas'n attract'th my death.

Strings o' de'd piano singeth,
Voices beaneth its heart, expelleth,
Movin' sadness o' my grave, murmureth,
Coffin o' t'se broken love weep'th,
Every pint o' her voice, serene tasteth,
Every drop o' her saliva, my lips t'en consumeth,
Eyes h've I open'd, memories t'se,
Enigmatic'ly disappeareth,
Hairs o' mine, tranquil breeze pusheth,
Words within my mouth, die in t'at war o' silence,
Shrinketh ***** o' mine, fume exposeth,
Yet the requiem, w'th victorious head o' silence, stoppeth hath not,
Burstin' blisters on fingers o' mine, squeezeth the throat o' thy piano.

Soul o' thy chirpin' melodies,
Ink o' thy timid symphonies,
Collects me, t'se calmeth tranquilities,
Requiem t'en pierceth my heart,
Blameth me, she, consumed h've I,
The light, b'low the gallow t'at lie,
Blameth me, she, stolen h've I,
The sound, droppeth o'er her lip,
Enigmatic melancholy, me,
Serenely, thou, me h've dippeth,
Solemn agony, fragnance o' thee,
Silent solace, dream o' me,
L'ft shadows o' my licketh be,
Eternal soul, weepeth un'r thy tree,
Why? Trappeth my soul thou,
Why? Not it flow an' fly free,
Bitter wine t'en, show color o' thee.

Frozen blood o' thee lie,
I stareth thy te'rs crawleth,
Numb fingers o' thine,
De'd rose, soken wine,
Waitin' fo' the soul o' mine,
Tranquility ami'st us flasheth,
Melancholy too faces death,
Reminiscences t'en frozeth,
Whispers face silence,
Thy pouch, ink bleedeth,
Thy feather shrinketh,
Knees, the ground, no more toucheth,
Thy body, und'r my roof, freezeth,
My soul, fr'm thy body, drifteth.

Thy rose rots, ami'st my feet an' the door,
Pleading, the fragrance its to be sucketh an' bitter wine pour,
Blisters dropp'th from thy swirlin' shore,
Boun'less pain stabbeth me more,
Thy gift'd feather, thy ink pouch, leather,
Those symphonies maketh me smile, no more,
Beneath the cores de pumping meat, I solemnly adore,
Curious stem o' rotten rose whispereth,
Thy reminiscences under my chest crawleth,
Mysterious reas'n attracteth thy death.