My words are escaping
while I try to scape from them.
Trying to define myself, without tune myself,
free emotions like death leaves
with no bounds or branches.
Like free rivers
of moving thoughts
falling like red wine
from the green bottle neck,
on the carpet,
through the throath,
over the white sand
the words are escaping
and now
i go with them,
white words
where i find beauty
or dark words,
evil dreams ,
grayed dreams or colorful,
cries knotting the throath,
scars all over my skin,
in my hands,
in my eyelids,
in my heart,
heating the blood,
my blood,
spreading so noisy
with no shame,
barefaced my words escape
while I escape of this world.

Blur the sanity
plunged in delirium
that calls for me,
free of any type of bound
and see how the sunlight dies
with orphan eyes.
For now, I prefer to be blind
than carry on with this stubborn eyes
who refuse to see you in someone elses bed.
I would like to asphyxiate my thougts with the pillow
so when you land over my bed
in the middle of the night
my dream become true
and rest my lips over your skin
caress your longs with a deep breath
ignoring the fear behind my knees
and sculp your body in the darkness,
under my covers.

Dad...can you tell me where is Mom?
is it that hard to answer?
Yes, I know:
she went with Grandpa, and she's with uncle Sam but,
why did she leave us so soon?
wll you ever stop crying every night?
am I not grown up enough to know the truth?
Did she love me?
do you love me, dad?
Grandma told me, she loved me with all her heart,
that you and grampa too
and that you all have all your fate in me,
but your face seems to be so sad
I know you hide it behind your smile.

Dad...why your nightmares never stop?
are you still dreaming about the War?
last night you were calling Mom out loud,
I'm sad for you,
what can I do for you?
aren't you happy for me?
next year I'll become a man.
I'm 13 now!!!
Am I not good enough to stop
your war against the world.

Dad...did you and Mom did that for me?
did she choose, or was it you?
I'm the only one to blame
my birth just became disgrace.

Her life for mine,
Your happiness for mine,
would you be happier if you were with her
instead of me?
do you feel that I take her away from you?

Dad, please tell me,
are you proud of me?

please don't make me cry
can you sing me a song?
will you forgive me?
you think she's sad for us?
I don't beleive in your words,
you don't love me...
my life is away from light
I'm a ghost now,
behold what's left of your son...
am I not beautiful?

Don´t be scared,
I´m just an old man with grayed hair and withered skin.
Calm my thirst, my hunger come and dine with me.
Little Grace,
I can´t hold my desire, my lust, my inner being
take my hand you innocent girl, tonight you´ll walk in the Hades.
Don´t...don´t don´t even try to hide.
Fear... Tears.
Let the bogey man to take off your skin, your flesh and calm the desire.
My sins, my salvation
little girl you´re my obsetion felt your hair, your scent, so young, darling,
I´m about to ***.
Drink your blood may calm my demons so let´s have that pretty smile apart.
The gray man now is happy,
****** vampire rising.
Mrs. Budd your angel is mine now,
she is not in pain anymore.
It´s not my fault, it was not yours this is the god´s command masochism pleasure I think you have the right to know:
That she died a ******,
I could've ****** her though.
First I got naked and called her, she began to cry, she asked for you
I choked her to death, cut her in small pieces, and ate her.
How sweet was her little *** roasted it took me nine days to eat all of her body, that little brat, that little *****, little Grace Budd is but nothing now.
My sins, my salvation little girl you´re my obsetion felt your hair, your scent, so young, darling,
I´m about to ***.
Drink your blood may calm my demons so let´s have that pretty smile apart.
The gray man is now happy,
****** vampire rising.
Mrs. Budd your angel is mine now, I´m free my time has come
I always had a desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me,
I always seemed to enjoy everything that hurt, in pain I believe
Set me, set me free from this hell this chair will be the one, not the needles, not the sadness here at Sing Sing
I´m waiting for the pain to come

the pain to come...
the pain to come...
the pain to come...

Lay down while I close the curtains,
the candle light is enough.
You and me weaving our bodies
in the mess of the bed,
setting back the seconds
to miss each other.