False lovers

fighting souls

fighting souls

Without compass inside a handmade city

The skin you live in tears you apart with no pity

You rent kinky spectacle for curing your childhood trauma

You are the heartbroken servant of your inherited karma

You let the python of your generation swallow your soul

You bang your head once or twice against the wall

Your heart gives a leap when you hear her sexy voice

She is calling you, she is haunting you, it’s not anymore your choice

She is soft and warm like candy watering your mouth

Sparkling and shimmering like white magic from the south

A white widow building her web around your eyes

An ephemeral sunshine melting your polar ice

Your pockets are empty and your dignity is sold

Your magic elixir is running out, you are cold

Your heart is barefoot in the forest of horrors

Your face is a canvas of mixed-up colours

You are lost in the dyne of freezing motion

She gives you her hand, she brings back the emotion

You are together again, you can fly

You can take her in your arms and you can lie

You are lovers of apathy and fear

Heroin is all you chose to have my dear

And you are gone once again

Far from here, in your world

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The racking dawn

lurking in the darkness

lurking darkness

The snow is innocent and soft and your memory hooked on your heavy pace,
the wind is whipping snowflakes on your chicks imprinting lipstick traces on your face.

Your dark brown hair is pulled like a tattered spool trapped in the nails of some nasty kitty,
the echoes of your cacophonous cries are musing the whole city.

Hanging wires are dancing like playful garlands in a kid’s eyes,
colour-blind paper war swirls around whispering your lies.

Fearless female hands tie two ropes with a mystery knot,
stone chimneys are distilling the disobedient smoke of your secret thought.

Sparrows are haunting the backyard tasting the velvet mould of its tender woods,
abandoned thoughts and rubbish smells are glowing under their dark roots.

The tremor of the pale light is rapping the naked trees,
the dawn is waiting numb out of your window on her knees.