betray

BULLET OF BETRAY

Today would be the day,
If I did not woke up from fairies tales.
This is no day to died,
I am going to delay my sins,
What happens? Silly me!
Letters, words, calls,

I guess, we all wanted to go to Hollywood,
The smell of decay felt like achievement,
Today could be the day,
But I shall die another night,
And seating still, I kept silence,
Watching you, craving for success…

Close your eyes and you might see me,
Keep open your senses,
And play the part,
We know, who pulled the trigger,
And I survived the betray,
The bullet never came!

Few syllables penned on a page,
But no letters drifted in my loneliness,
Potentials turned to bullets,
So I close all exits!
To find my way to freedom,
And so, I shall die another night…

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IS BEEN A LONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG TIME

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MOTHER OF ALL WHORES.

MOTHER OF ALL WHORES.

I pray on my knees, so to speak,
Letting you spitted your forgiveness…
Seating on your laps in the vein of the child I was!
To feel u warm!
Wet, it felt on my children legs!

Dripping on me, your caring love!
Was it devotion or sick affection?
Was i the first,
or the last?
Woman of my life!

Would you have buried me alive, I would have smile,
Kept Burning me and I would have sparkle with joy!
Because you were my fireworks in hell!
Your name carve upon my tombstone!

These days, I do not even recollect your name,
The contour of your twisted face,
When the back of your hand was violently caressing me,
Or was it the soft touch of your lips?

Who is dancing tonight upon the earth?
Where you hide six foot`s under the dust!
At nights, I still hear the sickly lullabies,
Did you know? how painful it wouldl be each morning?

Before dews and broken spells of feeble lights,
Rupture opens my sleepy eyes,
All I witness is your syphilitic syllabus,
And your bloated face suffocating on the old children`s tale…

Crawl back to your glory hole,
Long, you had turn to the hollow ghost, you always were.
Long the kid had forgive the smell of your decaying tales, run
Dancing with the rest of the banshees, once upon a time call nannies…

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church of pleasure

take me to your church of pleasure,
where i can kneel and peel away my sins,
and walk again free,
to some sinful road of mine!

accomplice of my decadence,
i pray to your glory...
fill with your grace,
spit out from my darkness!

i hold the chain of christ,
talking to emptyness,
my heart fill with holiness,
caged in your sacred house...

i bend afront of your naked body
like a dog i am...
common mortal,
child of your...

the light passing through,
never seem to reach my soul!
instead with humility,
i hide behind the shadow of your cross!

my eyes fix upon your bleeding heart,
i feel the blood pouring through my wrist!
lying in a pool of my own,
i swim in my passing life...

time is running away,
obscurity taking hold of my sight,
the crucifix slowly disintegrating,
i confess before i expire!

your stare never moves,
your angels never fly!
can`t you see i am dying,
into your church of pleasure...

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the house of the Lord

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