Amor enlatado

O moderno que rasteira.
Que falar antigo, desusado.
Facadas e dimensões paralelas.
Caneladas.

A lingua que rasteja
No colchão, na sua beira.
No dedo que corta o corpo mutilado
um amor fechado
um novo amor metalico
de abertura fácil e conservação variavel.
Amor enlatado.
Para guardar na fronha
da almofada
e aquecer suave em banho maria.
Para sempre.
um buraco........

Ancient Path of Pain - de mim para Scarificare

Ancient Path of Pain

Follow the whisper that holds my hand
Walk the ancient path of pain
That fluids like a tormented river
In the puppet strings of my veins

See the world through my eyes
As the veil of my being shreds
A journey through the abyss
With the blade of the knife that lays

In the words written in my skin
Embrace my torments, dark and cold
And enjoy me in the devouring silence
That echoes in my scream

Proudly sinful the blade of my words
The devil's path of dark delight
There is a strange mist surrounding
As I drink the impious Blood

All life as to bleed
As I crown myself throw beauty and hate
In the eternal ground
Of my taken soul...