To touch but not to feel.. to be constantly on the run to be constantly on the chase, to have one emonic target! to have no recollection of your target.. to undress when it’s cold just to make a point to go to bed early just to stay awake tonight, all night and every other night! to Love the poets.. love them within a dream.., love them while you walk through the fire! to hate the numbers, Hate them! to mumble numbers all...

How could I ever talk to you about this treason my love... this tremendous sin, this abomination of loyalty I reflect on silvers and glass? How could you ever understand? my love... How could you ever relate and forgive this sickness... In what words do I start and what sobs do I end?  my love.. And how could I ever ask for a favor? For I've been touching what I shouldn't my love I've been offering my youth to the evil......

It's the most common things that make us feel royal. The most childish acts that make as desired. The silliest gifts to swear we are loyal and the sweetest ones we once were denied.

where is the point of the circle where does a dot draw the line how do I straighten up an angle how could I ever call you mine? what's after red and blue and yellow what’s after first six notes and si who's been both enemy and fellow who can with eyes closed see? why do we talk with ones and zeros why do we count with X and Ys when did we come up with dead heroes when did we invent those truthful lies? and why a question...

Some certain ransom in this agony, To write, to tell, recount, recite… That majesty of lying and signing that purified fraud a story is, How shameless could be asking a poem ask you things instead of me, And who is me? Some certain freedom in this rhapsody, To touch, to smell, to taste and bite… That alchemy of hiding by carrying that glorified mask a hero is, How aimless of me asking ten pens what they’ve sensed that I c...

Today I want to talk to you about this thing I have, this little game I play, a little game and I’ve played it since I was as well very little. I was born a real realist you see and I knew people aren't meant to have all the things they desire, I also knew that it wouldn’t be wise from my side if while growing I kept succumbing to all the things I might covet. And that’s because if you have a lust for too many things you...

I was wearing a lot of heavy things lately... feeling chilly for some reason... I wore that black hat of sorrow, quite mysterious that made me look I wore my thick cape of lonliness, quite strong that for a hook I wore those high heels of vanity, so pricey I must seemed I wore those leather gloves of masochism  so venomous indeed And underneath the scarlet dress of those that loved me, tremendous fools And under that lacy...

It’s not just me being afraid of the dark Just so many ghosts that will haunt me and bark It’s not just me trembling that other strange side Just that I am so certain there’s someone behind It’s not that I wake up from dreams that went bad Just that I could smell him and his bloody hand And ain’t it that tales speak only the truth? SO some creepy fairy will come for my tooth? And ain’t it that evil will rise from within?...

is it a single request? is it an infinite hard quest? what is this pain deep in my chest? I drive for miles every day I drive this lupping lonely way what is this rhyme I always play? I count from one up to a lot I count some serious some not where do you see me tie my knot? why end some starts, then start some ends? why add a minus then abstruct ands? why regret faces than face regrets? did I misspel it? did I mean to? d...