BODY & SOUL
I
The distance between the pain
and the angriest bone of my body
is a single syllable word
hanging in the corner of your eye
there was a time
the rules were of the heart
until the heart ceased to rule
none of us here, not anymore
oh, do not forsake, my darling
the backstreet affair
now that the dirt is all around us
love grows into loath when's gone
as heavier's the head wearing the crown
I would fuck you to death
but it happens to be
I still love myself
II
Half of the truth goes without saying
although there comes a point
a person will be no more
lip-synching
this is the state of things
another case with a loose end
and all I need is a clean blade
where barely buried love lies bleeding
in a bathful brash of my own
clotted blood's everywhere
I guess at least you'll get
the sweetest splatter
don't you dare just to pretend
we're playing hide and seek
I've been feeding the sharks for so long
all of the beautiful faces I found
III
In a bloodshed party
humanity has been cheated
and the guilt upon this world
darkens an ugly void to fill
indeed, this is still
getting more violent
as above, so is below
to shape ourselves
welcome to the wasteland!
it's only our nature
you get what you give
eager to devastate
I can wait, wide awake
for the moment of repent
at a less warm sunset
without lust
IV
Time is a flat line
held by the ill
wrapped up in plastic
the future seems to be ripe
lest we forget
the pleasure left out of reach
I'm already too old to die young
and it's getting late
did I cause you any harm
by falling down?
a soul for sale has no more purpose
once the sake was of the prettiest
every mind has a past of it's own
and the first thing we do is to kill
don't take for granted a tender sin
nor the way of sacrifice
V
These are my back pages
and I never wanted to fix it
rather become a fixation
trauma is a trend nowadays
on body and soul I committed
to the fright break
not always a juggernaut
will be the next of kin
in the interest of accuracy
I'm aware of the damage beneath
casualties and vanquished
tied up with ribbons and laces
I used to love each one of them
under the edge of the knife
as far as conceivable
the wicked turned out to be the weak
VI
The bloodiest thing that ever happened
it's about to take place right now
a rage of evil will only be enough
to obliterate the comfort of the immaculate
as fear arises, the disease prevails
anticipating a spreading disaster
there's so much more to break trough
than a smiley face theory dying down
I don't want anyone else to lie
sickness's the other way around
not just a statistic amid the deviated
in one magnificent wreckage
he's been waiting for this moment
and the very next day we all be sorry
a fallen angel from a barren seed
licking a star
VII
All of us strangers, here we are
staring up at each other
numbed by the scent of our rotten flesh
nothing's so sweet as a nasty orchid
a hollow above is shining so bright
like a spaceship mirroring God
undefeated, it shall not perish
eternity holds human's despair
how far we'd go back to refrain?
still shackled to the armour and the frame
deprived, free will's the real self-deception
only steps away from reaching nowhere
forever lost is the fortune of the unborn
vanished on a flitting glimpse
the day before the future ends
drifting across the border of the atrocious
VIII
In the still of the night
at the time when children pray
she crumbles into my pretty cabinet
but I'm not ready to go to bed yet
future's coming fast
under Harrods's separate sheets
and all I need is
a New Year's Eve resolution
I'm almost dying of perfection
and she's no player's angel
willing to dismantle
every ounce of my good luck
dead at last from the waist down
her careless smile paralyzes me
she won't have to kiss me anymore
nor will I have to forget it all
IX
Once the cheater full of lights
arousing the queen of hearts
my least radiant self
could be easily mistaken
since the day I surrended
to the look alike of the wall
sharpening a remorseful slave
the remains of the man I wanted to be
the way I used to spoil it beforehand
at the mercy of a dull razor
what would have become of her divinity?
without the herald of me
it's a relief not to believe
in a reason to satisfy her nasty needs
love will have it's own compromise
to make it worthwile
X
You're not in love
it's just a nibbled pastime
and only takes a prick of the thumbs
for the unweary to bite the innocent
that's the most common manner
of the least kind of seemliness
our secret is something violent
and sterile at the same time
don't put the blame on me
I'm not looking for salvation anymore
but running out of lovers, my dear
crawling like a beggar
a secretly hinny beast of yours
psycho-martyr
irresistibly attracted
to a dragging no end
XI
I saw a man who wasn't there
uneased as any living thing
he grinned back through the glass
with an annoying grinding of the teeth
waited for me to leave and stayed put
as distant as a translucent past
from where he just gazed through
cold, like my mind is
oh, so many bodies were snatched!
a realm's army of hungry ghosts
for unnecessary I rejected the soul
at the center of it all
now I'm lost in the island of doom
and my name belongs to the shades
another unnoticed investment
haunted by a never ending dream
XII
Reflecting an insidious wish
I devoted myself to the drip
all the way I gave in to the sin
and in return you came, again and again
with a spirit of slumber
at the weakest of it's hour
the only thing I had to do
was to cut you off
naked and face-painted
under the spell of a black moon of my own
the color that I tattooed your lips
from sweating so much
tied to a rope there's an old taboo
feeding everything that scares you
like the worst nightmare we've ever had
nothing compares to the heart
XIII
Ah, how poetry worships the darkness!
and every single shiver it breeds
so auspicious to the emergence of love
amidst the horrendous
a lit match in the room won't ever be enough
while the masterpieces of the giants are falling apart
on the threshold of the house of no nice thoughts
the fate of the pawn always fades away
time can no longer prevent the light
from reaching to tear the unholy apart
nor stealing from a black hole
a rampant blaze, seconds before
with the painful speed and propagation
of a holocaust sacrifice
turning as gloomy as a candle smoke
in one final breath
XIV
When I've already gave up everything to hold on to
a sole picture lingers as the prison of the soul
in search of the security that incarcerates one's hopes
the pledge I'd raise to be released from
these are the drying days
and the paradise has been depraved
as greater the pain the less it oppresses
deep as an empty space filled with despair
untainted is my preachment
in every word I utter
among a string of disposable things
so graceful and broken
ashes to dust I'll grow back
regardless of how
sinking in quicksand
I am the desert
XV
This is the twisted side of the tale
set to be told from an astonishing horizon
at the apex of the midnight sun
softhearted souls doesn't exist anymore
hanging upside down
the book of blood is about to open up
and what may lurk within it
as every monster comes after another
tomorrow could the very last dusk of mankind
I'm the sole spectator of a massive suicidal attempt
with infrared vision scanning
a posthuman desire of annihilation
none of us will survive to see self-made horrors
suffocated ignorance and pro-terror duplicity
sowing thick weeds among the weath
in live flesh the real enemy looks quite
like you
XVI
Death is a weapon fired at point blank
the immediate command you must fulfill
deep down there's an itchy urge
slain them all, off course
the headline'll say bloodhand
misspelling the reasons
beneath every homicide's aftermath
lies a shocking mistake to fancy
as fake as everything I see around
fake in comparison to what?
the gruesome facts you read about
not always turn out to be the really scary thing
I'm not a craftman of fiction
neither the fastest writer
I only have a definitive closing line
the killer inside me
XVII
In the bloody twilight of history
a rumor is spreading like fire
the sanctuary has been raped
your beliefs assassinated
now scream as if you mean it!
you're trapped inside a cage
they've got you under control
new order machines with no soul
all they need is one minute of premeditation
to execute you the day before collapse
like random access memories in contempt
pretending dementia
dead man, dead man ruled out
that's' why you were brought out to life
God is a killer
pulling the trigger
XVIII
All I wanted from you was repent
like a missionary, obedient model
but you're still not making any progress
stuck in a powerless repetition
which is the hardest thing you can endure?
besides prosthetics to fuck yourself
the threatening smell of my words!
unpleasant is a raised middle finger
while your ego's full of shame
mine seems to be already starving
as if I was going through
an out of body experience
I'm not a man, dynamite
the ticking bomb of your life
a secret passage of your personal history
personally depleted
XIX
If I don't break the pattern
the pattern will break me
I'm in the wrong side of the glass
and the double keeps crawling behind
a virus of the mind is what favors
the villain I incubated
hidden is everything that turns on your imagination
the shadow that stalks you, my fist on the wall
this is my fall from grace
the gorgeous deceit I deliver
sympathizing is not understanding
and our vices are so strange
what you admire the most about me
is the way I put an ending to you
no one is alive in a sick linearity
trying to fit in what you ultimately hate
XX
They say that justice is served in heaven
while hell seems to be full of unanswered prays
harboring in the vacuum of infinity
the very same guilt that's eating you alive
lamb of God's leftovers you choked with
a self-imposed condition
condemned to the spatiality
especially, the specialty
narcissistically parasitic
dissociated by simulation
humanity is what bothers ourselves
and I'm no longer your victim
so if you kill me now
you're actually killing yourself
let me save you from the pain
killing everyone else
XXI
I promise I'll make you feel a little worse
literally jump out of your skin
the power lies in naming it
with diabolical intension
abracadabra
the last trick I learned
you can die by suggestion
danger is superstition
abra-cadaver
stripped off the malevolence
only pure sadism prevails
in vain everything is written
this is the final act about to start
a strange stage of inspiration
that rules by compulsion
manipulating your ultimate leap of faith
XXII
The twentieth century manufactured
suitable for survival psychopaths
as much as prominent homosexuals
rock and roll stars
every hero you immortalized
happens to had murders for breakfast
let's go ahead and raise the stakes
signing checks in favor of death
when it's time for retribution
the privilege of all fanaticism is becoming infamous
Hitler would either make you kneel
or squirm in your grave
what's blood if not for this?
each single oath you must obey
otherwise tomorrow there will be more
more of your children with no tomorrow
XXIII
Beware of murderville
and stay cautious in staycation
no girl should walk home alone at night
amidst society beauty's secret agony
before everyone's eyes
someone else's favourite's got to disappear
isn't it the American way of dying?
with no paraphernalia at all
accessories of accomplice paranoia
could unleash the perfect ripple effect
blowing wide open
your last fifteen minutes of fame
at a glance fear freezes forever
falsities of this prone to hysteria world
you're not immortal, immoral
like Hollywood's wealthiest whore
XXIV
You don't have to terminate it
that's what I'm here for
the strategy that usually fits my needs
to kill two birds with one stone
like a precise, mechanical roulette
every periodic risk I took care of
our tremor is like a loaded gun
and I dare you to do it
mystified, you do not consent
not by fear of God
what you fear the most
comes from the encompassing abyss of the future
would you die for me, my love?
I´ll shoot myself with a four-letter word
while your hesitation lingers six feet under
near by the place where the wildest
roses never grow
XXV
Let the creep show begin
let the wrong one in
cause everybody loves the puzzles
on any given thirteen
there´'s a mad man out there
digging the same old ground
there's a scattered taste of mud
as the tamed need his vileness
a paradisiacal death is what usually terrifies them
and no good deed should go unpunished
up to this point prayers & sketches can't do any good
not a God damn thing
evil's not a metaphor
mostly people like us
with a sympathetic trend to humanize
axe handle skills
XXVI
Must be bad karma
when I should attain, preferred to fail
only to then try all over again
my most adored frustration
it's not just a matter of miscalculation
xuxtaposed intentions
an illicit desire at the fullest measure
automatically deterred
and the less sinful I become
will be the least you can acknowledge
with a sinister sign of exclamation
God is an instrument to flagellate yourself
take a look upon my soul
for each crack there's a scar
channeling the frailty of me
in the afterglow of success