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 eyes
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'll 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 I can conceive
the wicked turned out to be the weak