Innocent face,
Glittering eyes
And a warm feminine smile

Sweet soft voice,
Milky skin,
Curves as of a new Ferrari

Seems like a harmless
Adorable creature,
You make your man so happy-crazy

But nowadays there are some,
Brave men to mention,
To uncover your true intentions

Once the prey is in sight,
Your claws are out,
Piercing its layers of defence

Invoking the deepest instincts,
Adept at unleashing chaos

Once your job is done,
You put your smile back,
Too bad it doesn't work now

What's your excuse,
Now what's left to lose,
Is your quaffed victim

You cry at fake and think,
Only wanted a life more interesting

Well there's nothing more fun,
Than to clean after your mess,
To glue the china pieces,
To become a beacon of distress

From peaceful silence,
I'm watching you,
Your scattered black hair,
Your childish white eyes

Noticed my gaze,
You get filled by silly thoughts,
To start a havoc,
To ***** this phase

I'd rather you sit still
And guess how I feel,
Although doomed to miscalculate,
Not just mate,
But to be real

Don't separate your lips,
In attempt to make a sound,
I try my best,
For my thoughts to be loud

Keep your treasures,
Make them secrets,
Until you are assured,
That you'd like me as your guest

Stay silent,
Don't just "maybe",
Save yourself for me,
And be a lady

Finding myself,
In the rays of wake,
As my room is filled,
With a supernal source of life

Rising from,
The shackles of rest,
Adapting once more,
To a familiar sight

Flooded up to my waist,
By a liquid mirror,
Glancing thoughtlessly,
Looking for a disease

But something in there,
Has quietly born,
She rose,
I looked at her,
A maid of mer

Left with no doubts,
I approve this beautiful bond,
Although shy and scared,
One heart we shared

Even myself,
Feeling new and refreshed,
I am only a fish,
I heard her say,
But of this I didn't care,
Ready to devote to her,
The rest of my days

A bell rings,
Announcing a pause of you,
While I pass these rooms through,
No matter to think

Closing my eyes,
Calming my senses,
Although everything here,
Is so tense

Paint runs through,
Long forgotten portraits,
A window clicks open,
And again in these rooms,
You move

Instead of a dress,
Ashes from the fireplace,
Caress you,
Leaving no trace

In our empire of symphony,
You float and spin,
You spill a smile,
Tasting a palette of agony

Our wicked celebration,
Not restricted by time,
Days of black and white,
In joy you are mine

Feeling aged,
I still follow you,
Thought without directions,
I'm but a lost fool

Noises, constant struggle,
Ever ending silence,
Pressure robust, indelicate,
Colors touching my dried tongue

My shoes are now heavy,
Sun became an enemy,
This needling sand,
Burden which directs me

I do not stop upon the tombstones,
But I have read every inscription,
Many times,
Reading until the end

I deceive my sight,
With a mirage of a mirror,
With surface all sweaty,
Undusted, begging filth to disappear

Faithfully, I search for a familiar face,
And doubts are all your freckles,
Chewing on my arms,
Never was there a plan

Step by step,
I am being gradually consumed,
A perfected torture,
Every time and always,
A lesser piece left

Now do I crawl,
Or am I painting circles,
This sullen land,
Once your joy,
Now my lair.

You look so pretty,
Crippled and disabled,
The weight of worlds is heavy,
You were moving slowly,
When I whistled

Let me bathe in your pains,
It's not a proposal,
On your skin, all these stains,
I sack all these forms, too formal

You must see what's real,
My devilish obsessions,
My sweetest meal,
A partner in this ***** session

Because I can't say no,
To your fat, filth and dead cells,
A stubborn mole,
Who searches, what no mouth's telling

I take you by the hand,
Let's go and learn some new amends,
Let's lock ourselves in a tiny chamber,
I trust, you won't force me into danger,
Please stay calm, back to the wall,
While I remove your rags,
We won't need them at all,
I inspect all your members,
So petite and slender,
Please do so to me, as well,
And hand me the keys, keys to your soul,
I adore your sugary silence,
But your eyes are not calm and your lips,
They seek guidance,
Am I not taking care of you,
Both somewhat uneasy all the way through,
And why, oh girl, are you becoming so dewy,
Shall we end this now, in a hurry,
Before you go, just drop your wrath,
Cause love plus hate is an easy math,
Just hold my hand, one last short time,
As suffering, it's an old hobby of mine.