Lupus-aker

SCREAM!!! at me the most offensive to you In my muses, which separates me from A path full of thorns, which Stick on my pupils. This skin Full Throttle Blighted, this epidermis Discolor with cold beam The sun. Here befallen the King's Rock Spread my ideas as a small Microcosmos.

My hands were full of fury, Full of forgetting my shadow, Snatch a dead fruit: My heart. I pronounce my soul at the crater of fire! And make the grave a bed that I welcome into the day. But my feet that carry insolent The water of Lethe, ironic [...]                                                      The scene. The wind whistles in a light delicate murmur That enters my ear, that rises to my mind, Injects the word, the idea that flowers. The entire area that imprisons us, We call planet, a home for Leprosy, a secretive spot, On the sky that is falling apart and  It becomes the arena for a funeral. And is that on an infini

And just how far from our minds As far removed from our footsteps,  I see you still hiding in the crevices of my heart. And I remember the rocking bed on the night The moon that shone with our skins, And our fingertips danced with the touch of a warm caress What was lost by oceans of dreams. We lost in the night, you lose now In my mind, your memories are the rock That fractures your eyes. Now all I have a puzzle in the rain.

Conjured in the centuries of centuries, going to cross in cross classified Hex safe and lineage of belief. Where is the fit of your atonement? View high alert blue, bend your knees, lower your chin to place your feet, murmur with the enemy, you indulge in altars as a sheep to the slaughter. You stigma of silence.