dyes my dreams
dulling my thoughts and head.
So many restless nights...
and the wound didn't stop
to bleed.
Nightmares surround me
and dance around my bed.
No.
I never denied my excesses,
never forgot my errors.
No.
I had a dream,
the best i have long ago.
It was short and when i
wake up i felt how it was
being broken. Then i tried
to find all the pieces and
link them. All i remember
are this eyes. His eyes
looking at me, piercing my
skin and drilling my soul.
Even when i close mine, i
see his.
A very pleasant feeling
despite of all
but now i'm looking for that
feeling in another glances.
No.
Sweet raspberry and opium mixed.
Lies and truth.
I let the taste burned my mouth
and my tongue, burn and ashed,
got full of salt.
And the hanged smiled:
"death is in love with me
but I don't want a bride".
Sexual.
Well i'm not a white bride
i'm a white despair with black nails
pulse,
a gothic maiden of
++++genocide++++
++++nazism++++
++++swastika++++
++++blue blood++++
All those things with shape
have no meaning for me.
I like berry icecreams. That sentence
hasn't got meaning neither even
if is true.
Where's the concept?
I forget
because i was born in
nineteen eighty-five
...it has been like an eternity...
And if i die, i'll come back from death
for your sake
because i was born in
nineteen eighty-five
...in nineteen eighty-five...
Rebirth.
