Saturday, November 7, 2009

πώς είστε

πώς είστε

it came down like some subversive collar

as being smeared by his lipstick paint

to mermaids underwear's regrettable dark times it shaped

times evolved as loss of dates during present wars of hate

the subconscious invaded the dreams as dried flowers-

too late

while it got used to see

it screamed with pleasure HE

you are the one sin inside me

and the other nice one calling to set her free

halfway dead

art of dead

art of half dead way of living_

they decided to never be born again

falling troops of loops to infinite hell

illusions as uplifting wallpapers inverted self confidence

he smelled…-