sexta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2013


Numb.
The days slips through me                    
Burying me in shadows
Of horrible memories.

Numb, I live.
Little are the secrets that can awake
A poor soul that never gave.
Swallowed by an envious snake
Whispers made me her slave.

Numb, I still live.
With a heart full of tragedy
The flame flew away
Leaving a smile glad with agony.

segunda-feira, 26 de agosto de 2013

Skin


Your skin is fire that burns with me.

The tissue where I want to press my fingers.

When I close my eyes I still feel,

The thin surface of your body is what make us both sinners.



I wish I could make you my own personal fur,

To rip out your skin and dress you like a cat, purr.