I have an apparition in mind
a spirit that wanders endlessly
he is luminous and beautiful

amongst a thousand ghosts
he shines a little brighter
he is like a star, unconsumed

i am the spectre he does not see
my eyes as deathlights blue
as i touch him he fades away

i try to speak his name
but no sound expells
from these shuddering lips

only ancient halitosis pours
from my heart of black sand
hidden from the moon's mockery

i exalt to a sickened limbo
i will become bitter and deranged
if you do not kiss me soon

i am the poltergeist inside
tearing at my own heartstrings
in the abscence of you
weaving precious dreams

painful ghosts in inverted dance
their bodies are engraved with curses
desperately they try to create music
wich may reveal their true nature
but only silent halitosis pours forth

ancient masks pervert the purity of their intentions
my desire to burst into a thousand dying stars
so that mine heart, tortured by black hands
may dream until all concept of time is wilted

but i am fettered in this wyrd carcass
the words i utter are devoid of meaning
my mortal kinesthetics only deforms
my wishes to love you
in this prison of marrow
sleeps my passion

perpetual percussions
signals the onset
of the annihilation of my unconcious state
i awake between death
in this liminal verse
i am only senses now
i can trace inhuman constellations
with my eyes closed
for they exist only in my own isolated darkness

i see mutations of identities
i may have once conversed with
but i know them no longer
for they are dancing unearthly dances
and they inspire my escape from myself

i see the birds, the birds in the sky, that is no longer a sky
in fact they are not even birds, for they are empty and blind
they are wraiths
doomed to encircle the withering skies
in their meaningless sojourn they cry
but i hear them only in my heart

our circuits intertwined

mine autonomous heart

with thine interlocked

mimicks your rythm

perfected polyphony


these subtle articulations

of movements

a crude design, meant for thine eyes only

this body

this core

tear it from me

take it, it's yours


devour this artificial soul

i once was sentient

but now i'm yours



my ambition

petrified

only passion

remains

internal explosions

perfectly tuned into

your precious

wavelenghts

i braved the primordial instrumentality
that ancient architect of my necrotic geometry
wich expressed those waves
that mercilessly envelop your white cliff walls

but this prophecy reveals all things
and i cannot fail
in my absolute perception
of your constant rivers
sacred destinations

the dark repeats itself
and it always plays the same symphonic hell
the agony repeats itself
your movements communicate
the intrinsic cthnonic lie

i dream of disintegration
i want to make love for a thousand nights
and kiss that mortal plasma
a precarious alloy of souls

but i am doomed to dream
dreams i may never touch
i'm a pathetic raging animal
ensnared in chains of violation

i want to explode in sensual ecstasy
as your philosophical knives
carves the most beautiful and elder of runes
into my putrefied flesh

but i feel nothing

i want to destroy you with my kiss
but your love is not strong enough

im living everyday inside a prism
the prism is my sentience
it exists somewhere else
but my body moves because of it
as a consequence of, perhaps my soul
the body needs to feed
and it feeds and drinks
a disgusting gluttonous scene
but the soul may not replenish
i live everyday inside my head
the prism i am speaking of
i see people and the world move
at times, ever so slowly
and sometimes, too fast to notice
i witness everything looking out
i cannot step into the world
for there is no aperture to transport me
i am stuck
stuck inside myself
i utter words
i command you to love me
but i cannot love you in return
i cannot touch the surface of your love
your "great work"
if you kiss the glass
there will be a beautiful stain
right there
right there were your lips touched
as i dream for them to touch mine

the shell in wich my soul dwells
no longer feels like a prison of blood and bone
because your love in the form of lips upon mine own
elevates my spirit within our sacred hollow
We then dissolve into crimson vapours
and ignite and burn forever

I love with these bleeding wounds
I breathe life into your knights of clay
and onwards we march towards those boreal shores
our banners of passion flurring without mercy
inextricably we strike at the skies