Names

withorwithoutcat

Underneath thy flesh

Names carved on the bones

Recall them, call them louder

Inside your veins

The past days moth

Times scar tissue tastes

Erasing memories of youth

Perfect black ink stains

Caffeinated reasons

Calculated treasons

Rough time for the names to exist

Calcinated mess never to persist

Drop minerals on the side road

Those names time will erode

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Fresh from the shower

Do we really own our time, our own lifespan?

Could we surely achieve what our heart aches for?

Does someone have the right to tell us there is a plan

We’ve been chosen to live, to live and to die for?

Wake up every day, put your mask on.

Does it smash your nose, scratch your face? Good.

Fix your face, fix your mind, then you are done.

Fit in the society, I think you already understood.

Take it back, your crazy drained dying brain.

You’ve got a crack in your spine, the energy is leacking

Smash your little pieces of reality, not in vain.

Find and kill all the painful story, find your track.

Dressing up, macking up, please your master.

At the end of the day , your naked soul is melted.

Take it off, all the rags, drop them down just faster.

Make it quick, just believe you are not alone in this messed up world.

Parody of life

The past revolves around our fragile lives,

A touch here, a touch there,

Demolishing our paths.

A matter of time is what forgetting is about,

In circles it goes, making the matters worse.

It always brings reasons to remember what made our souls ache.

A neverending story, an echo, a distant wave of remorse.

Remember to forget, for your own sake.

Remember to forget what sent shivers down your spine,

In erotic complexity, intriguing extasy, of bodies blunt edges.

Remember to forget every breath you lost in an insane psychotic rage,

Sharp emotion cutting blind intentions, sending you to the deepest

emptiness.

Forget the sickness, the name you remember so well.

It dwells in empty corners, it swells your tissues, it brings you agony.

A parody of your present life.

Dragon

My bad, but I do have all of my pieces in place, thought I have no space for

pieces of nothingness.

My bad I wronged uttering damnation

Desolation in response I got,

Hot spear piercing guts, venomous point and tongue

My bad I lay to rest, upon my treasure, don’t test me

Or else I’ll breath fire, scooping air and letting go plasma

Feel no desire to make a move

And so, I’ll patiently wait.

Names

Underneath thy flesh

Names carved on bones

Recall them, call them louder

Inside your veins

The past days moth

Times scar tissue tastes

Erasing memories of youth

Perfect black ink stains

Caffeinated reasons

Calculated treasons

Rough time for the names to exist

Calcinated mess never to persist

Drop minerals on the side road

Those names time will erode

Anew

What are you doing to yourself?

A few months passed since

The last monument fell,

Why are you rising a new one once again?

Is that a new book on the shelf?

A picture of desire pleases you,

A lame sleepy passenger of life.

You crossed the fine line

Between reality and fiction,

Ignoring your own condition

Of a forgetful dreamer.

Creation

Your bodily absence

Created a sentimental paranoia,

A pure imaginary feeling,

Somewhat annoying.

It brought into being a flow,

Growing strongly in my womb.

On my skin the time’s collapsing.

I feel you in the marrow of my bones,

I seek you in my bloodstream.

What seemed imaginary once,

Became an unimaginable reality,

Unstoppable it runs and bounces

Through eternity.

… Your voice is music,

so touching,

I get out of BREATH.