["Therefore I take opium. It is a medicine.][I am a convalescent of the Moment.][I live in the groundfloor of Thought][and seeing life goes by grows me tedious."] Opium, desire or will?Inspiration bound from an elegant seedSubversion, through smoke I foreseeErotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy Opium, bring me forth […]
Awake… for all is dying, even the dead We are our Past failing to come back All of us visionaireswith a rope around our neck
[1st Portuguese verse:]We are wolf memoriesthat tear the skin apartWolves that once were menand shall be them again [2nd Portuguese verse:]We are wolf memoriesthat tear the skin apartWolves that once were menand shall be them againor perhaps memories of menwho insist of not tearing for to be wolvesbut that never […]
Your honey on coil burns,As tears drop from your grand dead womb Undesired, I fell into your beingReleasing shapes inside of youOnly seen in your wildest dreamsI am the impossibilityof your long-kept chastilyI am your offence and you can’t waitTo have me inside of you and taste… Eternity Revolving around […]
In each of your failuresI saw my victoryAnd each time you fallA knife tattoos a smileOn my lipsYou are now empty of lifeAnd we are drunk with death Raw modelsRuin & Misery I can offer you a handTo help you hold the daggerA perfect jewel forOur perfect end And as […]
As madmen, some hung head downFrom a long dead treeSome discuss, all at onceFor no one to hear Variations on emptinessGreat themes on vain glory And as some go feral in strange performancesDressing customs that are metaphorsOf your diseaseHungry eyes are looking for Me…Mephisto Laughing, I feed youWith meaningless games, […]
Look Me in the eyes and drown… "Everyone considered the man in the blue jacketas the most beautiful human being they have ever seen:nuns saw on him the Messiah in flesh;Satan’s adorers the lustrous Prince of Darkness;philosophers the Supreme Being;young females an enchanted prince;Men an ideal reflection of themselves." Patrick […]
I remember her as a child Raven…on and on with her raven clawsCarving…on and on with her raven claws How she lusts when she remembersThe night of her first blowShe always wanted to knowHow far could she really go Inflamed, a dead-end roomSeduce to consumeNightsilence…Vampire…EmpireStatues with open wounds The flavour […]
Forever young in a ground so coldThe splendor of your death still fresh to behold In your neck an open woundTo spawn life into your LoveAnd to feed the creatures of our world We have tasted from the poisoned gift of loveWhich condemned us to forever fly alone We have […]
