deadmantwice

I must of laid upon sharp rocks Abandoned as if dead Many a bruise and many a cut My body painted red And the wound remained exposed And the bruise detained my movement And my flesh rot in the heat And my heart would barely beat It was then all must of occurred For before I had never even heard As my blood my body flee Every bruise and every cut Spoke me a magic story And as if rehearsed for a Grand Opening Each story at it’s end Tuned in to one same resonance Which rose me from the dead, again

Sus caricias Rasgando Mis espaldas Como si de vidrio Sus manos. Sus labios Rodeando los míos, Como sanguijuela En medio de un río, Robando Mi ultimo suspiro. Sus piernas entrelazadas Como prensas Pulverizan Mis caderas. La totalidad De su cuerpo Como contrapeso Me abruce. Haga Lo que yo Haga Su sexo Me traga….

I Just twist and turn As red hot iron Burns My flesh From my insides. Smoke Can't find It's way out. My blood Bubbles. My eyes roll Back And forth. My mind Goes Round and about Through images Past, Present, And future. Have you ever felt pain?

As if memory Spawns A twisted enemy. While i sit as prey, She lurks. Instances Of emptiness Between my thoughts Metamorphize. Strobic images Flash, Twisting nerves, Bursting thresholds. As sweet Droplets pure And obscure Stream through Rivers red And embed As Flying daggers Within My chest….

demoon within myself, drunk moon dancing with little elf, dazzling eyes stare profound, and take me where her heart beat drowns the inside noise i hear so loud, loudly, take me take me, die with me, deposes me, demoon within myself...