Quarta-feira, 2 de Agosto de 2017

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 "Comme un tout jeune oiseau qui tremble et qui palpite,
J'arrecherai ce coeur tout rouge de son sein,
Et, pour rassasier ma bête favorite,
Je le lui jetterai par terre avec dêdain!" 

Charles Baudelaire

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Sábado, 3 de Junho de 2017

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Twilight

In my nightmares

In some distant cold world

Brimming with vicious creatures

Hang in there

All of me

Fire will go burning through

 

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Domingo, 28 de Maio de 2017

 

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 So peerless was the man

At licking the Priest's opus

That Kitra foraged accross the unholy ground

In a flurry of lust to pleasure and possess him

The insipid ´Cain, the Moon's slave

For Awan was to involved in the cult of the Sun

Pierced in bloody forests as he reaped for his Goddess

And ran with the brute creation Kira had offered him

Gulping for life

Cain, roaming, gave in to Kitra's Sin

But not without her spreading her smirk around his pulsing neck

His undivine attention won

and fangs came to grips

But no seed ever passed from him

 

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Sábado, 27 de Maio de 2017

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Rather than breaking away

Maintain something hateful

I no longer remember the excruciating pain

I just blew it

I guess I need a reminder of what it feels like to be abused

I must have looked for it

It could have been anyone else's words

Giving my tears to no one

When I loved, I got used

The thoughts flow through my mind

Your touch stays on my skin 

Your hateful words stay in my head

I feel it sinking in

Here come my securities

I almost expected you to leave.

Were you really loving me?

 

 

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Domingo, 9 de Abril de 2017

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Lifting my consciousness into the light in that I am lost

Lifting my eyes into the world in that I am blind

To feel for the freedom of feelings

I tried to reach for your hand

And take you away

Away from this abode

Because you didn't belong there

I don't know how I found you there

I tried speaking to your heart

I tried taking you away

I am trying to be brave

However I feel stuck in this place

My heart is cold

Hope has deserted me

Instead a throbbing is within my soul

I don't know where is home

But I kept it all inside

And through the pain I watched you run

Run away from me

 

 

 

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Sexta-feira, 28 de Outubro de 2016

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 Love, my dearest love

Both you and I know

We know the sad and melancholic truth

If it were real you and I

We wouldn't have all of these insane thoughts

Now our bed seems to be on fire

It's all smoke and fume around us

It's useless to try an escape

It's too late to try saving us

I've hurt you, I've killed something inside you

And you've taken revenge on me

Oh now it's too late

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Segunda-feira, 17 de Outubro de 2016

 

 

 

 

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Terça-feira, 27 de Setembro de 2016

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Segunda-feira, 26 de Setembro de 2016

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Pretty toy

What a pretty, pretty toy she was

A doll, a plastic doll

So she felt like

A toy for men and women to play with

So important they were these big adults

Way more filthy than she would ever be

There was a gun,

And a hole in her head

She was a bitch, no more than a bitch

Death was the best she could hope for

Her eyes, her heart

Her mind, her soul

What a wrecked pretty toy

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Domingo, 25 de Setembro de 2016

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 "Sorry" he said

It was just a game

He liked the innocense

He liked the childshness

He'd spend the afternoon inside her

But it was just game he said

And she bled for what seemed like hours

She bled for years

The little girl with the blue sandals

And her seducting childshness

She wore her sorrow like a cloak

Feeling bewildered and tormented

She raced through the world 

And then locked herself out of life

 

 

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