Iâ€™m a jigsaw within jigsaws and you are imperfectly perfect Hearts donâ€™t mix with razors when love is a fleshy masquerade What did we learn? Maybe that earning forgiveness is more sincere than expecting it and secrets are little deaths desiring growth into monsters Who told you that thought was silent? Thereâ€™s a dead jesus inside us and a satan begging for the fall When the heart doesnâ€™t hold, the mind falls apart, apart, apartâ€¦ Is love a waste of pain? Ssssh, donâ€™t interrupt The needles are busy.
WHAT AM I? How can I describe it? This feeling in my soul… Tearing through my consciousness makes me somewhat reckless altogether disgusting in my voiced intention Whether alone or not, I cannot hide the thoughts and, specially in the dark of night, i fill my soul with fury, a living hate Nothing can heal me now I’m beyond all substance, an energy of evil, a device for the father of lies Gut feeling of encumbered desire; the bodies of women burned in lust, all their hearts encrusted with broken … Continue reading →