Shades of stars now disappear prolong this trip, for another yea… Homesick I drag bags of books Though docile wanderlust got me on… One two three divert weeks are lef…

Flower-Hour Book Black mountain, Codenna Rock its another obstacle I took by the neck to kill the mock Facsimile, a ridiculous smile

Capture this moment of fulfilment with incense choking dirtndust Vixen, write your assignment I dont want to but I must One exception excuses the other

This coldness reminds me of last w… taking long walks on icy streets arriving in the warmth at dawn a new culture, a new spirit, a new… Find myself among strangers

There it is again in cloudy skies,… but everytime you face my disguise… Empty smiles and stuttered words,… and I curse the crucious day, when… Intercultural acquaintances and a…

Coming home like on Sunday with trumpets and trophies caressing white fur in delay love bites, I went to his office He said I was excellent

Lovest me thou? Am I worth you a… broken, diseased and grotesque would you notice, I write and danc… to your songs, lost and burlesque? Your chemise is wet and torn

Angelic dialog, monophon guitar A city trip from the inner depth I still smile at you lighting your… hold my chest, Im out of breath Centipede star yet Im climbing hi…

Thoughts intermingle while my itch… you should have seen me in my swea… hours of noise now seem to make se… ive never felt anything so intense little means nothing, or does it m…

All Hallows Eve in pottery tinted hair and trick or treat I have a colorful mockery upon your lap, a witches seat An allegory to all lost souls

Its been 14 hours since we met last year, one day like an eternity, a life on drugs and in fear.My loose limbs sway, gotta stop my decay, oh and how you touched my skin, now here I wann...

The sunny wind dries my hair Spanish words, they perfectly expr… the others stare cause I am the he… oh it hurts that I must confess I am lost in meta context

Siuka ni sijum! Despite all self-destruction I reign the mausoleum where sweet haze cures my infectio… Graft of skin, my lips are sore

Alone at the loner stoner home of… I smell smoke and step a bit forwa… into to the tunnel of bright night… with chocolate and him shining lig… I cannot rhyme with a stuffed mout…