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 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