fake spilled floor silenced

cadence teardrop senseless sentence.

and then it all blows up.

the figurines, the sex, careless flesh all around mixed with alcohol

everyone drowning private issues in public disgrace.

paying for someone else to lick their tasteless wounds,

suffocate them, tie them, smell them, curse them.

and when the rituals are finnally over,

return to their homes, where they choose to hide.

just let everything out, and then slit your innner thoughts.

just bottle up your demands and differences.

just let it creep up no more,

and sleep for a while.

why have to make choices.

why can't it be like the coming and going of the sea,

keeping the tide warm, free of riddles and cliffs.

i cant even understand anymore,

and my eyes wont cry.

let it be said that destiny is chosen by few,

but confronted by all of us.

and then again, if you choose sleep, or if you choose not to be awake,

then you may not be choosing at all.

ive been waiting for this.

a moment in which i sit down not thinking of a cigarrete, or a beer, or porn.

a moment for my head to be blank, a sort of nirvana, if you like.

silence...

love trap

follow where you lead, directly to the ground.

i really could, think about it, even enjoy it.

scream

it's my place, where i belong, one direct hit.

savor my blood like candy,

just like my first love

could you let me escape?

let me escape

is it?

soooooooooo

the alibi begins to set: the meeting with another woman.

the jealousy and rage pouring over.

it's a dinner date on a soso restaurant.

the knife glittering.

the food is really nice, would you care for a glass of wine?

red. all over.

inspiration

go before to the north of the fountain,
there you will find my girl devil and she will take you
where you want to go

dancing

mindrops

this distinct sound made me remember something.
like when i was a kid and waited in vain for someone to enter my room and chop my head off.
as i remember the feeling vaguely, and think about how paranoid i can be, i keep listening to the driping drops of water falling in the tub.
tictic. 1015-saturday night, tictic, an episode of the twilight zone, tictic, my head chopped off by an axe, tictic, my mind is really disturbed.