Chamber of Pain
Under seven feet of boiling water, Under the scalp full of white hair, Under the stone in passionate loins, Lies my soul in the chamber with holes. No strings, no leaks, crimson dreams. Chewing on my ear I think of all of us: Indeed there is no truth, goodbye my youth. I am playing the lead in the world of ash... |
Blue Blooded Shadow
High pedestal stands casting a shadow; your silhouette in the window, light goes on, life erupts inside it. Tangled in those veins, blue lies I inhale, hoping to catch a glimpse playful as sunken waves. All through the body, on high pedestal, I receive my shadows. |