Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy towers hovers and sends its cursed wraith lights! In dim light, the universe faces often go out!
Exclamation marks on stones light up in more and more superstitious eyes that are rarely if you can guess how to get to know each other! Dressed in immortality minute-deep, when two souls can recognize each other, they become one Love s Love! Your child's vision of hopes of hope: dungeon-riddling, vengeful Angels are still quoting in the night and at the unlimited bacchanalis of V.I.P. parties they all celebrate the budding nas of their bodies! The exciting net of gray eyes is already all around me and the candle flame of lies is roasting my brain! - It is seldom possible to command instinctive flesh if emotions are already involved.
Symptom-band
A lavering, fluttering temper plagues my wounded bleeding heart with its snake tongues! I can hardly take my truncated works into the sensationalist hustle and bustle of the bustling markets! On my olive-scented, bronze-brown skin, I felt the silky Universe open its petal gates to me! Our kisses were both traitors and loyal to the core! The intertwined mist of sweat-pearls in our bodies seemed complementary as an excusable swamp sin! Flaming in the glowing fever of our thoughts, we just took each other's sensitive hands at once: our being became a redeeming current, and there circulated sensually, flaming with every flame in the primordial matter of our body!
For the last time, Total Betrayal could reach us in each other's delight: this is how we became each other's complex finishes in the Procrustean bed! Even the sniffing Being can sit next to us at any time! Our loneliness has been tempted and betrayed many times: there is no one-off way to find it! Even with denial, it stays the same as keeping it to yourself! In our grim world, the wings also fell out; dirt-laughter also hints at chaos for itself! The overwhelmed tempers are thirsting for sparks! Deadly desires bleed every day when there can be no one who can truly feel and understand! Even in our trite dreams, the machine belt continues to spin itself