blurry images of black figures
fill the cinema in my head
a deep soft
creeping
passionate
whisper
seeps
in

she speaks like a distorter
of colorful images
blotted out
in the
pain
ful

we smile on the bench like wicked
I press my eyes on the skin
and I am far stricken
touching the
pale ill
inside

eyes that are filled with
slumber ancestry
mourn the funeral
of anatognized
lovers

breathe out
purging
lightly

turn to the side of dark
barcelona instristic in the wet
paris of your broken fingers
linger elegantly
with my dress of leather
take your hands
kiss them

banish crime of the wrong
ashes of the fire flutter
around me like doves
on a day of birth
I lightly lift my arms
so that the flesh falls on my hands
and I feel those things for the last time

creasing eyebrows
the frigid temples of these ancient ruins
hidden deep in forbidden valleys
carefully painted with a red smoke
of lips
the lines in palms
and feminine hips

laughter and screams fade out
with the pressing of things that
beat within small human chests
that may stop at any moment
we must keep going now
in search for a sacrifice
for the blood of harmony
in her smallest hope

do you feel the heavy burden of the white oceans
filled with nothing but sanitys affliction
lets throw our minds into those waters
carelessy
like the small
particles in the wind

the sky closes
the sun purges
the night runs to a haven
cross bred in between the two
we are in a place
we dont know of
and the muscles in my cheeks
shiver as I smile
finally.