Bittersweet She crossed the plaza to enter the bar. She was alone and dressed up, but she wasn't meeting anyone. She'd never gone out alone before, but then this wasn't any ordinary night. It was a jazzy night, full of blues and rhythm and smoldering echoes of heart break. She just couldn't stand to sit in her apartment, holding in her desire to hit the pavement, tip back liquor and smoke.So there she was, in a black dress that never had seen the light of day, waiting for the waiter to bring something sweet and bitter. It was perfect how the shadows of the ambient matched her mind. Warm dim light hinted at dark chocolate walls. But she'd seen this caf&
Drown out my thoughts so I can hear myself think I wish the skies would just open up to mepart their lips to weepscream buckets of tears into the streetdrench me in realityhide me between mistcleanse me with sincerityso that thenwhen no water is hanging in the cloudsthey might clearand let brother sunwarm my drowned self
Sunny Sun Hum Funny I...Bright lightsDimBlinking in mySunshine whimLiving lightslinking lightsbugsIt's warm and loselike fire lightglowing downswinging roundand up againupside the headShootingI thought.Gross and gucky drugged muckglup blocks building drupUghHumHumHum'ello Sun o' mine
Hoy Hoy quiero volverte a verPara que, no se.Para dicirte que eras...que eramos...que soy...Lo siento.Me trago en este aire de calle.Pienso quetaxis pasany no estas ahi.No estas en ninguno.Meto la frustracion al bolsilloy a meter mi mano, calienta mis puños,los electrificay rayos salen.Odio.Lo siento?No creo.No sedonde estas perovuelve, para descargarme de la electricidad.
Honey Salt Flesh A spell is spun in the eleventh hour.In lovers breaths illusion flowers.We press our hearts together.We let our lips make feathers.Of night you professed secretlyin my ear with hot breath.Between graces of salt honey flesh,doubt will infest the sweet you left.Erosion voodoo morning broughtsense in magic I sought notbut water clean and cool of thoughttook stone to dream and this to rot.The virtue of our carpe noctemturned to vice when logic playedquick the turn from summer to autumnquick the pace of spell's decay.
Flowing I am pounding the pavement with my thoughtsas I would your soul with my wordsartists pound notes into my headat the rate of my heart beatever acceleratinglacerating sense for sensations sakeI have no sympathyI have no memorymy inhibitions are releasedin unstoppable rhythmI am tired of being sorryI am tired of tom foolerybut I am eager to walk the streetand sing and dance to those who understand mewithout knowing mesing and dance with mebut don't speakjust listenand move as you would alone
Encore A play to bring in crowds.A script even we believedas we smiled and bowedand kissed for all to see.We ran out of linesand the audience turned to go,but we kept on reciting,it seems we didn't know.When the lights had just burned outand the space was vast and loudwe departed like awkward strangerswith history that still lingersto cite verses on the streetin dry throats and ghost feet,passing commoners, our new crowdlook down on our ravings.And craving dramawe might meet.We'll drone discourseof deceit."I'm sorry for our implosion,might we recite again?"The words won't ringjust echo.Blunt lying.Di
Adios Como no voy a querer dormir todo el diasi estos diasfrios y grisesparecen noches.Como no voy a querer dormir toda mi vidasi sin titodos mis diasparecen noches.Noches artificialesmas verdaderas que su modelo original,musas de mil pesadillasmas verdaderas que lo real.Y claro que no los leiste(el respiro de mis musas, mis palabras, mi amor)porque tu nunca creiste en el amoren primer lugaro tus sueñoso tu derecho a realizarlos.Buenas noches querido.
Gun powder spaces Dangerous embracesoffer your innocent arms.Dangerous the proximityof our chests, breath, and hearts,like two magnets moved closerwe might never pull apart.Dangerous the embracesof our innocent arms.The space betweenclosing slowlyis filled with gun powder.It's a time bombprovoked by the pressureof our lips crashing together.The heat of our skinmight catch our clothes on fire.Your hands could pull the triggerwhile reaching for something finer.The air would ignite all around usengulfing empty spacesconsuming all our oxygenin dangerous embraces.
Something... Weare always lookingfor somethingwe lack.We don't see itbecause we are too busy looking,and if we should stumble upon itwe will say "no, can't be"because we have always been lookingand doubt has become our fuel.Have faithin meaning.Have faith in satisfaction.Stopand sitand you will remember what you're looking for.
No one knows My secret betrayal is my secret weaponkept in my angry back pocketin case you should ever hurt me enoughfor me to forget my kindnessI'll flash the truth across your trustand your eyes will go wide with understanding that I liedas mine did often when you were promiscousDisgustingit will bethis petty revengebut comfortingto know I can actually push you like you push mepunch you like you punch mecomforting to knowI've got muscle and fire tooand gasoline in my back pocketI hope I never have to hear you say"The truth hurts worse than anything I can bring myself to do to you."Don't trigure that bullet.My fire
Bone to Stone You turned to stone in my handsand I turned to stone beneath the weight of youcompressed under pressurefrom bone to stoneand I wonderdo I owe you?or do I owe me?for the stones insidefor surely I have command of my own healingBetter to be my own brick wall than compressed under yourscold and unbending before dead and unmendingsurelyam I right empty room?or maybethey only need time (my bones)to soke water and sunshineand they will expand againand be warmed and stroked againand end in ash and smoke again? I think not!No.Better to be stonethan broken bone.
I will hold you You have not seen the things that I have seen,shores collapsing under manipulation,devoured by greed.When you haveand your horror matches mine,I will hold you as my equal.You have not felt the things that I have felt,the deviation of connected souls,lovers, friends, blood parted.When you haveand your despair matches mine,I will hold you as my equal.You have not held the things that I have held,sweating skin, tools of creation, hands forgotten,oh tears and dirt and dust and carbon!When you haveand your wonder matches mine,I will hold you as my equal.You have not breathed the air that I have breathed,oh fum
Unheard discussion I indulged my affectionwith you, royal afflictionto grow spoiled rottenby your attentionto go weak at the kneesover the piano keysyou called on meto play and pleaseWas it the keys or your callbeckoning my fallbeyond all finalrecognition?But naught! I called you toofor alcoholto cure my wounds or inflict them?I can't recallIt's hardly worth the thoughtwhen I'm falling into your armsmore like prison barsoffering more bruises than embraces
As sure as mystery You, angel bound for earthI, doomed to watch you fallAnd fall for you.Delighted to have glimpsed you at allBut what happiness would it be to stare!To stumble forever upon the infinite discoveries to be had in your eyes!ImpossibleAs sure as mysteryIt's impossibleAs we complete the circleA closing is present in every breathDeath and all his friendsMake no exceptionAngel or notEverything ends
Indescribable 3 The undeniable consumption you feared for it´s power but loved for it´s danger The choice is yours to seed it, then it grows all on it´s own, to take over the once Green garde of your self. The power of the growth is delightful for it´s threat to destroy. Like all evil is tempting desire is no different.
pointless Are you happy?Do you love me?Are you angry?Do you want her?Are you lonely?Do you miss me?Are you sorry?Does it matter?
Indescribable 1 Sickeningly sweetA calling I shouldn´t heedBut must!Must as I must breathYou, undeniable needCall to meIn all weak and lonely hoursYou, flower of mean perfueThat blooms and bursts with fumes to send a-buzzingCreatures of poor willA cliff once stood uponA presipece of echoes to followThrough the passing of timeA high never to be reached againHowling through memoriesTo become a chorusOf Echoes EnvelopingIn cancerous consumptionRenounced will be sacred vicesWhen the enthralled cannot withstand But to submit to deathIn the ecstasy of chasing satisfactionIs the final leap into the void
Indescribable 2 Low rumbleCaught you by surpriseBut grew inside beforeArrived the earthquakeThen jaws openedAnd you were hanging by a threadEmbracing the unstoppable suctionBut it never brokeMerely stretched infinitelyAs the tunnel sucked you downSlow consumption!The light from where you beganWaning as the rumble startedThe light goes outThe digestion deceasedThe darkness complete
Nadie lo sabe, pero... Tengo miedo de escribirQue vomitare sobre las páginasMis sesos y corazónEl conflicto personalLa batalla intimaDeja el contenido destrozadoEstoy atascada en una puertaY si no me muevoMoriré por hemorragia internaEs eso o el tóxico es inflamableY será mi final la combustiónMi corazón es una bomba de tiempoInvisible e indeterminadaPues vivo en miedo de implosiónSoy un peligro para todos los que me quierenY nadie lo sabePorque a ninguno le dejo entrarY a usted no le he dicho nada
Love Poem for a User You're worse than a leachAnd I've lost too much bloodTaking bullets for youWhen the guns you held went offUse me when you need meI can't possible needA touch, a breath form youJust your orders to heedPut me on, rip me offProp me up let me downYour thorns are the sweetestYour thorns are the sweetestI'll ever believeOh, please, yes, pleaseThe slash of intimacyWho could ever believe,Who should ever believe,You would prove I could feel?
Ode to Darcio When I start to lose connection with this world, I fall deeply into the dark corners of my mind. It is not where one enjoys spending their day dreams. Here, gather all the haunting thoughts, the concealed secrets and the long oppressed memories. These monstrosities will rot your soul if let out of their cage to feed.Don’t visit them. They tease you, they allure you, they follow you until finally, you are completely consumed, a puppet of destruction.I have long made peace with the demos, since they started whispering n my ear when I was fourteen. And, oh, the stories they tell me! The nightmares long forgotten!My mothe
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