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…-
expelled¬
